American Old Time Song Lyrics: 21 Now I Come To Think Of It

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 21

NOW I COME TO THINK OF IT.
Copyright. 1888. by F. Harding.

I'm a hardy handed son of toil,
With trouble, and a lot of it,
Now I come to think of it;
There may be happiness in life,
I've very little got of it,
Now I come to think of it.
They talk to me of honest toil,
Well, I do not think much of it;
I'm told that if I work for wealth,
I'm sure to earn a lump of it;
Well, I've been working all my life,
And now I've got enough of it.
Now I come to think of it.

It seems to me, the upper classes
Always get the best of it,
Now I come to think of it;
Ain't they got their palaces.
Their clubs and all the rest of it,
Now I come to think of it.
If a workingman thinks something's wrong,
And wants to go and speak of it,
The liquor store must do for him,
There's not the slightest doubt of it;
And when he's had enough to drink,
They come and throw him out of it,
Now I come to think of it.

If he goes out on the spree, he lets you know it.
You'll allow of it,
Now I come to think of it;
He don't seem to enjoy himself,
Unless he makes a right of it,
Now I come to think of it.
He first begins to argue,
Then he does get excited at it;
Perhaps he'll kick a copper
When he's in the very height of it;
Gets a month without the option,
Then he feels he's had a night of it,
When he comes to think of it.

The copper says, I've got to go.
He's told me once or twice of it,
Now I come to think of it;
I'm going to have a quiet drink,
I find I've got the price of it,
Now I come to think of it.
They talk about the workingman,
His rights and all such stuff of it;
I s'pose life's smooth enough for some,
I only get the rough of it;
And now I think I'll give it up,
You must have had enough of it,
Now I come to think of it.