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'Tvvas antideluvian as to choirs, 



Had no big bellowing church organs, 

 And the congregation sang God's praise, 



Did not hire his songs out to bargains. 



Music modern, now a thing of art, 



Fiae art ot difficult execution, 

 Introduced to meet new demands, 



Oi' this progressive age of fashion. 



E'en that good old lime Virginia reel, 



Of all the dances most inspiring. 

 The real test of the heel and toe, 



C mdemned as fogy, undesiring. 



'Tis true we hail from a fogy day, 



Since then the era of invention ; 

 We were a happier people then 



In many ways that we might mention. 



Those times never heard of matches, 



Lucifer (not Adam and Eve) 

 Lighted our fires with flint and steel, 



'Tis the truth, tho' it's hard to believe. 



Our old time guns had priming pans, 



'Twas before the age of percussion, 

 Such the backwardness of the times, 



Tliis we'll yield without discussion. 



Xo steel pens nor gold diamond points, 



With goose quills all our letters wrote, 

 The coach or wagon our carriers then, 



Our freight often came by pole-boat. 



Mails were slow and postage dear, 



Sealed letters with wafers or with wax. 

 Had no envelopes, no postage stamps, 



We write no fiction, but naked facts. 



