You’d hardly ever think it sir,
That this big city now astir
With every rattling noisy thing
With twentieth century thought to bring,
With roofs a-shuttin’ out the sky,
An’ trolley-wagons skippin’ by,
An’ wires a’ dodgin’ here and there,
For folks to whisper through the air.
An’ factories at the daylight’s gleam
A-blowin’ loud their horns o’ steam,