Title: American Old Time Song Lyrics
Subject: Traditional & Folk Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk
Keywords: Old time music, American, oldtimey, bluegrass

My Object All Sublime - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY OBJECT ALL SUBLIME From "The Mikado." 
A more human Mikado never Did in Japan exist, To nobody second, I'm certainly reckoned, A true philanthropist. It is my very Immune endeavor To make, to some extent. Each evil liver A running river Of harmless merriment 
Chorus. My object all sublime I shall achieve in time-To let the punishment fit the crime-The punishment fit the crime.. And make each prisoner pent Unwillingly represent A source of innocent merriment, Of innocent merriment! 
All prusy dull society sinners, Who chatter and bleat, and bore, Are sent to hear sermons From mystical Germans Who preach from ten to four. The amateur tenor, whose vocal villanies All desire to shirk, Shall, during off-hours, Exhibit his powers To Madame Tussaud's wax work.-Chorus. 
The lady who dies a chemical yellow, Or stains her gray hair puce, Or pinches her finger, Is blacked like a nigger With permanent walnut juice. The idiot who, in railway carriages, Scribbles on window panes, We only suffer To ride on a buffer In Parliamentary trains. 
The advertising quack who wearies With tales of countless cures, His teeth, I've enacted, Shall be extracted By terrified amateurs. The music hall singer attends a series Of masses and fugues, and "ops" By Bach, interwoven With Spohr and Beethoven, At classical Monday Pops. 
The billiard sharp whom any one catches, 
His doom's extremely hardHe's made to dwell In a dungeon cell, On a spot that's always barred. And there he plays extravagant matches In fitless finger-stalls, On a cloth untrue, With a twisted cue, And elliptical billiard balls.-Chorus