A RUSTIC AND RUSTY OLD TIME.
Copyright, 1880, by White, Smith & Co.
Words and Music by Chas. Gardner.
Alas, the unfortunate time,
When allured by sweet romance and rhyme,
I left a gay palace in town
For a rustic and rusty old time.
Oh, it's plough and it's sow, and it's plant and it's hoe,
And it's milk, milk those blasted old cows;
Oh, it's fodder and feed, and it's dig and it's weed,
With oh, such old family rows.
No neat little village would do,
Made ho easy of access to town;
But I sought for true rural delight,
And a place where the "mountains look down."- Chorus.
So I purchased a house and a farm.
With acres abundant and wild;
Appointed an agent to stock It,
And drove out my wife And my child.-Chorus.
Our Bridget went off in a huff
To seek a "more dacentsome place,"
Our Patrick on "ticket of lave"'Twas the last that I saw of his face.- Chorus.
At last a respectable man
Brought up where the "mountains look down,"
Gave me half what I paid for my farm,
And I quickly packed off for the town.- Chorus.
A month or two served to remove
Romantic impressions of years.
But a lifetime will scarcely efface
Recollections of family tears.- Chorus.
I blistered my hands, got freckled and tanned,
And frowzy my faded old pate;
I thought of the joys of my palace in town,
And sighed at my pitiable state.- Chorus.
Friend "easy to do," take warning by me,
And stick to your palace in town;
'Tis better to read of "true rural delight"
Than to live where the "mountains look down." - Chorus.