Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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WHEN THIS OLD WIG WAS NEW
When this old wig was new,
The Barber raised his eyes
And blessed himself to view
A wig so wondrous wise!
It was his pride—and, sooth,
I proudly prized it too,
For I was but a youth
When this old wig was new.
The Barber raised his eyes
And blessed himself to view
A wig so wondrous wise!
It was his pride—and, sooth,
I proudly prized it too,
For I was but a youth
When this old wig was new.
But now my wig is old,
And I am young no more;
The course of time has rolled,
And our career is o'er:
I'll mix no more with men
As I was wont to do,
Nor see the days again
When this old wig was new.
And I am young no more;
The course of time has rolled,
And our career is o'er:
I'll mix no more with men
As I was wont to do,
Nor see the days again
When this old wig was new.
Oh, the days that I have seen,
And the hours that I have passed,
And the pleasures that have been
Too exquisite to last!
Before my eyes they pass
In sweet though sad review—
I think of what I was
When this old wig was new.
And the hours that I have passed,
And the pleasures that have been
Too exquisite to last!
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In sweet though sad review—
I think of what I was
When this old wig was new.
I think of times when far
Aloof cold envy stood,
And brethren of the Bar
Professed good brotherhood—
Not soulless etiquette,
But friendship warm and true,
With heart and hand we met
When this old wig was new.
Aloof cold envy stood,
And brethren of the Bar
Professed good brotherhood—
Not soulless etiquette,
But friendship warm and true,
With heart and hand we met
When this old wig was new.
No greedy hand was then
Projected for a fee;
We held no servile pen
To any lordly he:
And none of us demurred
The poor man's cause to sue,
For honour was the word
When this old wig was new.
Projected for a fee;
We held no servile pen
To any lordly he:
And none of us demurred
The poor man's cause to sue,
For honour was the word
When this old wig was new.
Then truly was the age
Of matchless eloquence,
And counsels deep and sage,
And energy intense;
And we had men of lore,
And wit and fancy too,
For Wisdom's cup ran o'er
When this old wig was new.
Of matchless eloquence,
And counsels deep and sage,
And energy intense;
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And wit and fancy too,
For Wisdom's cup ran o'er
When this old wig was new.
I've laughed until mine eye
Has filled with tears of glee,
I've wept that fountain dry
From very agony,
As the floods of Erskine broke,
Or the sparks of humour flew
From the lips of those who spoke
When this old wig was new.
Has filled with tears of glee,
I've wept that fountain dry
From very agony,
As the floods of Erskine broke,
Or the sparks of humour flew
From the lips of those who spoke
When this old wig was new.
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