Read 'em and Weep: The Songs You Forgot to Remember
Sing like they used to in Grandpapa's time,
Don't think of grammar or rhyming each line,
Drag in poor Mother and white-nightied tots,
Wronged ladies, gold-slaves, in nice sorted lots.
Maudlin, macabre, let death be your joy,
Sigh sentimentally! Whoops! Attaboy!
Go get that urn, kid, across the dark tarn,
Put in some naughty words, "devil" or "darn."
Tickle that lute, it's a beaut'! Toot, toot!
Taking a boat or a train would be cute,--
Any old place with a "home town" appeal,
Lyric geography needn't be real.
Get up some dialect, Irish or Dutch,
Jokes done in black-face don't have to be much.
Jump in the slush-pond, it ain't very deep!
Songs haven't changed a lot! "Read 'em and Weep!