THE OLD TIMES WERE THE BEST |
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THE OLD TIMES WERE THE BEST
Friends, my heart is half aweary
Of its happiness to-night:
Though your songs are gay and cheery,
And your spirits feather-light,
There`s a ghostly music haunting
Still the heart of every guest
And a voiceless chorus chanting
That the Old Times were the best.
CHORUS
All about is bright and pleasant
With the sound of song and jest,
Yet a feeling`s ever present
That the Old Times were the best.
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