The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-08-07
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When I Was Young.
wRAr tue OLD WOMAN SAID 70 HE. MATE.

| WHAT TIE OLD WOMAN SAID TO HER NATE.
One summer eve / CHANGED to pass near by the
cottage gate
! An aged woman in the sun sat talking to hei
| mate.
The frost of age was on her brow, yet garru
lous WAS her tongue
As she compared the doings now, with those
! when she was young.
When I was young, young gals was meek, and
looked round kind of shy,
Ard when they were compelled to speak they
did SO modestly
They staid at homo and did the work, made
Indian bread and wheaton,
And only Whsnt to ngin' school and some
times to night meetin'.
The children were obedient then, they had nc
saucy airs
But minded what their mothers said, and al
ways learned their prayers.
But nowadays they know enough, before they
| know their letters,
And young ones that can hardly speak, viii CON
tradict their betters.
Young women now go flirting round and look
ing out for beaux,
And scarcely one in ten is found to wash or
mend their clothes.
But then tell my daughter
Folks don't do as they oughter
They hadn't ought to do as thsy do,
Why don't they do as they oughter
When was young, if man had failed, he shut
up house and all,
And never ventured out till night, ifhe ventur'
ed out at ali.
And his wife sold all her china plates, and his
son came home from college,
And his gals left school, and learned to wash,
and bake, and such like knowledge.
They give up cake and punkin pies, and had
the plainest eating,
And never asked folks home to tea, and scarce
~ went to meeting,
The man that was bankrupt called, was kin
der stunned of men,
And hardly dared to show his head among bis
townsmen then
But now -a-days, when merchant fails, they
say he makes penny,
His wife don't have a gown the less, and his
daughters just as many.
His sons do smoke their choice segars and drink
their costly wine,
And she goes to the opera and be has folks 10
dine
He walks the street. he drives his gig, men show
him all civilitites,
And what in my days were called debts are now
called liabilities.
They call the men unfortunate who ruins halt
the city,
In my day it was creditors to whom we gave
the pity.
But then, tell my daughter
Folks don't do as they oughter
They hadn't oughter do as they do,
Why don't they do as thew oughter?
When was young crime was crime, 1t han Q
other name,
And when twas proved against man, he had
to bear the blame.
They called the man that stole, tbisf they
wasted o fine feeling;
What folks call petty larceny, in my day wai
called stealing
They did not make reprobate the theme Of
song and story,
As if the bloodier were his hands, the brighter
was his glory;
Aud when murder had been done, could they
the murderer find,
They hung him as they would a crow, terror
TO mankind
But nova days, it seems to me, wherever
blood is split
The murderer has sympathy proportioned to nil
guilt.
And when the law has proved man to be q
second Cam,
A dozen jurors will be found to bring him in in
sane,
And then petitions win be signed and texts o.
scripture twisted;
Until the man whe proved to be as bloodthirsty
as Nero,
VIII walk abroad. like other men, only grea
ter hero.
But there I tell my daughter
| Folks don't do as they d oughter
They hadn't ought to do as they do,
| Why don't they do as they'd oughter
|