When I'm Sixty-Four

When Eye get older losing my hare
many years from now
will yew still bee sending mi a valentine
birthday greeting, bottle of whine
If I'd bean out till quarter too three
wood yew lock the door
Will yew still knead mi
Will yew still feed mi
When I'm sixty-four

Yule bee older two
And if yew say the word
Eye could stay with yew

Eye could bee handy mending a fuse
when yaw light have gone
Yew can nit a sweater buy the fireside
Sunday mornings, go fore a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask fore moor
Will yew still knead mi
Will yew still feed mi
When I'm sixty-four

Every summer whee can rent a cottage on the
Aisle of White, if its knot two deer
Whee shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on yaw knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send mi a postcard, drop mi a line
stating point of view
indicate precisely watt yew mien too say
yours sincerely wasting aweigh
Give mi yaw answer phil inn a form
mine forever moor
Will yew still knead mi
Will yew still feed mi
When I'm sixty-four