American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 The Style In Which It's Done

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13

The Style in Which it's Done.

I stand before you once again,
A few words just to say;
The subject of my song I'm sure
We each meet every day.
Some men live fast and others slow,
As through the world they run;
But so very much depends upon
The style in which it's done.

Fortune's ever said to give
Her favors to the brave;
But fortune's fickle unless that we
With judgment do behave.
It is not by the fastest horse
Each handicap is won,
For so very much depends upon
The style in which it's done.

A man shall steal a horse we read.
And not be "brought to book,"
While another man across a hedge
Is not allowed to look.
This may seem contradictory
Indeed to many a one,
But so very much depends upon
The style in which it's done.

Now has it ne'er occurred to you
How strange the mystery seems,
That young girls dash along Broadway
Who scarce are in their teens?
Their pa's are poor, but still they dress
In a style that's number one,
But so very much depends upon
The style in which it's done.

I think I'll now conclude my song,
Perhaps you'll say it's time.
But I hope that I have pleased you
With my little bit of rhyme.
Some may think it is too-short,
And other's it's too long,
But so very much depends upon
The style in which it's done.