You Kin Talk About Yer Anthems An' Yer Arias An' Sich, An' Yer Modern Choir-Singin' That You Think So Awful Rich; But You Orter Heerd Us Youngsters In The Times Now Far Away, A-Singin' O' The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. There Was Some Of Us Sung Treble An' A Few Of Us Growled Bass, An' The Tide O' Song Flowed Smoothly With Its 'Comp'Niment O' Grace; There Was Spirit In That Music, An' A Kind O' Solemn Sway, A-Singin' O' The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. I Remember Oft O' Standin' In My Homespun Pantaloons-- On My Face The Bronze An' Freckles O' The Suns O' Youthful Junes-- Thinkin' That No Mortal Minstrel Ever Chanted Sich A Lay As The Ol' Tunes We Was Singin' In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. The Boys 'Ud Always Lead Us, An' The Girls 'Ud All Chime In Till The Sweetness O' The Singin' Robbed The List'Nin' Soul O' Sin; An' I Used To Tell The Parson 'T Was As Good To Sing As Pray, When The People Sung The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. How I Long Ag'In To Hear 'Em Pourin' Forth From Soul To Soul, With The Treble High An' Meller, An' The Bass'S Mighty Roll; But The Times Is Very Diff'rent, An' The Music Heerd To-Day Ain'T The Singin' O' The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. Little Screechin' By A Woman, Little Squawkin' By A Man, Then The Organ'S Twiddle-Twaddle, Jest The Empty Space To Span,-- An' Ef You Should Even Think It, 'T Is N'T Proper Fur To Say That You Want To Hear The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way. But I Think That Some Bright Mornin', When The Toils Of Life Air O'Er, An' The Sun O' Heaven Arisin' Glads With Light The Happy Shore, I Shall Hear The Angel Chorus, In The Realms Of Endless Day, A-Singin' O' The Ol' Tunes In The Ol'-Fashioned Way.