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TIMES AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

TIMES AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

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(Tune, “Auld Lang Syne.”)

The times are very different now
From what they used to be,
When I was but a little child
Upon my mother's knee.
Abandoned are the good old hymns
At church we used to sing,
And operatic airs are now
Considered quite the thing.
You hear no more of Afton sweet,
Nor Siloam's shady rill,
'Tis Clementi or Chopin now,
The sacred arches fill.
We've lost the substance of our song,
And to the shadow cling,
The god of gold we worship
When we make our offering.
We used to go to church to get
Our stock of faith renewed,
And hungry hearts were feasted there,
On spiritual food.
But many of the preachers now,
Are filled so full of self,
There is no room for Jesus,
Nor for anybody else.

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Our pulpits used to be adorned
By men of unction full,
But now they're filled by men
Who with the Bishop's got a pull.
And preachers are the leaders now
Of local politics,
They wear no more the saintly brow,
But play all sorts of tricks.
Of modern times our language, too,
Has greatly been abused,
I pray I may be pardoned
For some terms I'm forced to use.
For fads and slang are popular,
And to be “up-to-date,”
The language has been modernized
To suit our rapid gait.
When I was young another thing
I'm sure they never did,
In speaking of a little child
Call it “a little kid.”
When men committed theft they got
The natural name of rogue,
But now “they've made a slight mistake,”
Insanity is vogue.
When once a year we got a frock,
We made it plain always,
Our waists would not give you a shock,
We were no slaves to stays.
A man wore shirt, and coat, and hat,
And homespun pantaloons,
But women now wear all of these
And sleeves made like balloons.
A rogue was not a gentleman,
If he were high or low,
And robbed a bank or hen-coop,
He to prison sure would go.

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But now a man who pilfers bread,
Is almost sure to swing,
Or serve a lifetime pennance,
For he was not in “the ring.”
The Bible even has been changed
To suit this rapid age,
Once we believed what'er we read
On every blessed page.
If one committed suicide,
'Twas said he went below,
But now the preacher shakes his head
And says he doesn't know.
It once was thought a camel
Through a needle's eye could go,
As easy as a man to heaven,
Who hoarded wealth below.
But now the richest man can get
A seat in Paradise,
The nearest next the throne if he
But chose to pay the price.
And great men once were reckoned
By upright and moral lives,
But he is greatest now who boasts
His own and neighbor's wives.
Young ladies were the modest girls,
Both gentle and demure,
When crowned with queenly virtue,
And no other jewel wore.
Our national and other laws
Are made on rubber lines.
They stretch or contract easily
To suit them to the times.
The city government is changed,
'Tis managed now by bands
That squander recklessly the means
Entrusted to their hands.

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A tax is placed on everything,
No matter great or small,
The question next I guess they'll spring,
If we shall live at all (?)
One almost wearies of one's life,
Such wickedness to see,
So much of bitterness and strife,
There never used to be.
A hundred other little things,
Of which I might take note,
I must omit, but must remark
That women now can vote.
So in despair I sadly bow,
But you'll agree with me,
That things decidedly have changed
From what they used to be.