HUNDRED YEARS TO COME.
Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by W. C. Robey.
Don't talk about the present days, they go the pace quite fast.
The style, as well as custom, is a bit too smart to last';
No matter where you chance to be, it seems all outside show,
And yet there's many things which I should really like to know.
I wonder will boys be boys, I wonder will men be men,
Will girls of twelve stay but at night alone with a masher of ten?
How will the ladies dress? oh, what a style to some,
How will they tussel, with bird-cage or bustle, in a hundred years to come?
I'd like to know if married men will all lead moral lives,
Or will there be elopements still with one another's wives?
Will women be as talkative, or will they all be dumb?
Will young men lodgers run the house, in a hundred years to come?- Chorus.
Will politicians act upright, when asking for your vote?
Will they do all they promise you, or will they change their coat?
Without a doubt, in days to come, there'll be an awful change.
The coming generation will think our custom strange.- Chorus.