Adam and Eve
Lyrics
Now I’m ninety years of age,
My mind turns back to the very first page:
Things to me they look very queer;
Something new comes every year.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
When I was young and went to balls,
We went with an ox team or no team at all,
But now they have the horse and sleigh,
Two, three buffalo and everything gay.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
They have iron horses puff and blow,
They make great noises when they go;
If you want to go anywhere, I declare,
Hop on a rail car and you’re right there.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
Oh, dear me, the world’s on fire,
News goes round on the telegraph wires.
Lordy, Massie, what do you think?
The news goes to Mexico quicker than a wink.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
When I was young, I heard people say
They hatched out chickens their own natural way,
But now they hatch ‘em all out by steam.
If one should bust to break their machine!
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
Collection item #T05A22. Sung by Walter Titus, Johnson, VT. He learned it from his father, born in 1861, who learned
it as a boy.
My mind turns back to the very first page:
Things to me they look very queer;
Something new comes every year.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
When I was young and went to balls,
We went with an ox team or no team at all,
But now they have the horse and sleigh,
Two, three buffalo and everything gay.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
They have iron horses puff and blow,
They make great noises when they go;
If you want to go anywhere, I declare,
Hop on a rail car and you’re right there.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
Oh, dear me, the world’s on fire,
News goes round on the telegraph wires.
Lordy, Massie, what do you think?
The news goes to Mexico quicker than a wink.
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
When I was young, I heard people say
They hatched out chickens their own natural way,
But now they hatch ‘em all out by steam.
If one should bust to break their machine!
Oh dear me, you can’t but grieve
For the good old days of Adam and of Eve, oh dear!
Collection item #T05A22. Sung by Walter Titus, Johnson, VT. He learned it from his father, born in 1861, who learned
it as a boy.
