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In Old Pod-Auger Times I 'll sing to you of the good old time When people were honest and true, Before their brains were rattled and crazed By everything strange and new, When every man was a workingman And earned his livelihood, And the women were smart and industrious And lived for their families' good, In the days of Andrew Jackson And of old grand-daddy Grimes, When a man wasn't judged by the clothes he wore In old pod-auger times. Young girls didn't hug nor kiss their fellows Whenever they came to court, Nor paddle around on roller skates , Nor pound a pianoforte. They kept their men at a good arm's length And made them know their place, And they played upon washboards and "kittles" and brooms With amazing skill and grace. They didn't lay a-bed 'til eleven A.M. Got up in the morning betimes, And they didn't elope with the old man's coachman In old pod-auger times. Young fellows, they loaf about the street And struggle with had cigars, They stay out late when they should be at home With their daddies and their mas. They wear tight trousers, likewise tight boots, And guzzle Lager beer, And when their daddies foot up the bills They find them pesky dear. When my old men were farmer's boys We'd neither dollars nor dimes, We worked from daybreak till candlelight In old pod-auger times. Oh, the young men didn't drive fast horses Nor gamble with cards and dice, They didn't run church lotteries, For it wan't considered nice. But now they gamble and drink mean rum And lead hypocritical lives, And wives run away with each other's husbands And husbands with other men's wives. Folks didn't have delirium tremens Nor perpetrate horrible crimes, For the cider was good and the rum was pure In old pod-auger times. From Vermont Folk-songs and Ballads, Flanders Collected from Mr. Brown, West Wardsboro, VT 1930 RG
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