Thank God, that lasts no longer!

The "good old times" are past, my boys,

The "good old times" are past,

When the balls were cut from each dog's paw,

For fear they should hunt—so ran the law,

In the "good times" past.

Then manure, they said, was bad for the game,

And rendered the flavour stronger;

So they made it death to Manure the land—

Thank God, that lasts no longer!