As I said when this song came up on another thread a few weeks back, I've always heard and sung this one as "When Old Men Sing".

I love the thought of these old buggers in the pub throwing back their heads and roaring out the chorus and drowning the fruit machine's rattling away. And then I look in the glass and recognise myself.

And if that's not what the fella who wrote it wrote, I think this is just another example of how the folk process can improve even the best songs.

But thanks for posting the words.