IN THOSE DEAR OLD GOLDEN DAYS
 
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Sing, hey, for the golden past, the world didn't move so fast
In those days of yore, when the gentlemen wore
The 'ruffle and patch' with a bright sword to match
The ladies in days of old, I think were not quite so bold
They didn't make bets, or smoke cheap cigarettes
And their hearts were not purchased with gold.

Chorus: Life was different in those golden days
Very different in those olden days
When the youth and maiden met in a stately minuet
Ah, their manners were always polite
They knew nothing of the ragtime craze
Or the pleasures of our 'problem' plays
And we're told that the ladies didn't ape the ways of men
In those dear old golden days.


Although the old coach and four was slow, it was always sure
The motor today may go a long way
But mostly breaks down and you walk back to town
The Highwayman then, 'tis true, for money would wait on you
But now it's the gent for the taxes or rent
Who will skin you for every sou.

Chorus: Life was different in those golden days
Very different in those olden days
When the youth and maiden met in a stately minuet
Ah, their manners were always polite
They knew nothing of the ragtime craze
Or the pleasures of our 'problem' plays
County Councils didn't fleece, and ratepayers lived in peace
In those dear old golden days.


When wronged, in the days of old, a gentleman then was bold
And he never sought the public law court
To let the world know, but a challenge he'd throw
With weapon of steel he'd fight, his foe 'neath the pale moonlight
And gold couldn't buy, his good name, for he'd die
In defence of his honour and right.

Chorus: Life was different in those golden days
Very different in those olden days
When the youth and maiden met in a stately minuet
Ah, their manners were always polite
They knew nothing of the ragtime craze
Or the pleasures of our 'problem' plays
And they didn't weep and wail, though they had no 'Daily Mail'
In those dear old golden days.

 
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Written and composed by A. J. Mills & Bennett Scott - 1906
Performed by Tom Costello (1863-1943)
 
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