American Old Time Song Lyrics: 40 In The Good Old Days
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 40
IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS.
Words by Albeit Chevalier.
Music by Charles Ingle.
In the good old days, in the dear old days
When a song was called a "lay ", sir,
When they played high jinks and they said "methinks",
'Tis well a-lack a-day, sir;
Out, varlet out; thou'rt a clumsy lout.
Ha! sayest thou, thou wilt, sir?
Split me, zounds, o'ds blood, thou shalt chew the cud.
Have at thee in friendly tilt, sir.
To say they never swore in the good old days of yore
Would be highly incorrect, sir;
They heartily abused one another when they used
The words that I select, sir.
In those good old days, in those costume plays
They'd carry on a dispute in
Language most polite, though we moderns might
Consider it highfalutin.
"Thou shouldst feel the weight on that ugly pate
Of my trusty Toledo blade, sir;
But I would not hurt such a malapert.
Nay, beshrew me! I'm not afraid, sir." - Chorus.
In those good old days, in those dear old days.
When folks would say, "I ween, sir,
By my troth, gad zooks, but I like thy looks,
Thou hast a courtly mien, sir;
Pledge my true love's name by my knightly fame,
Her eyes like stars do shine, sir;
Stap my vitals, sir, thou'rt a mangy cur;
Go to! thou'rt flushed with wine, sir." - Chorus.