Memory Three ancient yorkshiremen sat upon a wall And watched the parade go by The pretty girls in frilly skirts Were made to catch the eye The floats were brave with bunting From the band a rousing tune But two of the three old yorkshiremen Seemed sunk in deepest gloom Seth - the youngest of the three Wiped at a bleary eye And said"My eyesights going lads It makes me want to cry I hardly see those pretty girls Which once were my delight Life would not be worth living now If I should lose my sight" Then Joel got down from the wall And stretched his aching bones He spoke to Seth and Adam In low despondent tones "I 'm afraid me legs have gone lads These rheumatics have me beat It's many and many a weary year Since I'd dance you off your feet" The pair then turned to Adam The oldest of the three "How come" they both demanded "You've no infirmity" But Adam shrugged his shoulders And said"That's not the case I've got a serious problem That you can't see in my face" "I were in bed last night with Rosie The barmaid from the Crown I was getting my leg over When she stopped me with a frown Saying"Tha's just this minute had it" And then put on her clothes "It's really most distressing lads When your memory finally goes"