As they was in the days that's gone by.
As they was in the days that's gone by.
O Lor! what wi' their edi'cation,
And me—neither cipher nor write;
But in zinging the best in the nation,
And give the whole parish delight.
I be going, I reckon, full mellow,
To lay in the churchyard my head;
So say—God be wi' you, old fellow!
The last o' the singers is dead.