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[Verse]
The days of chivalry are dead
of which in stories we have read,
When knights were bold
and acted kind o' scrappy:
When guys would take a lot of pains,
And fight all day to please the Janes;
And if their dame was tickled,
they was happy.
But now the men are mild and meek,
they seem to have a yellow streak;
They never wait for other gents,
to flatten 'em,
They think they've done
a darned fine thing,
if they just buy the girl a ring
of imitation diamonds and platinum.
[Burthen]
It makes me sort of sad
to read about Sir Galahad,
And all of knights in that romantic days:
To amuse a girl and charm her,
They would get into their armor,
And they'd jump into the fray.
They called her lady love,
They used to wear her little glove,
And ev'rything that she said went:
For them was the days
when a lady was a lady
and a gent was a perfect gent.
[Verse]
At night when they sat down to dine,
Sir Claude would say: That girl of mine
Makes ev'ry woman jealous
when she sees her:
Then someone else would yell "Behave!
Thou malapert and scurvy knave!
Or I will smite thee one upon the beezer!
And then one morning, if you please,
they'd dress in iron B. V. D's, And
mount a pair of chargers highly mettled
But when Sir Claude so fair and young,
got punctured in the leg or lung,
They looked upon the argument as settled.
[Burthen]
It makes me sort of sad
to read about Sir Galahad,
And all of knights in that romantic days:
To amuse a girl and charm her,
They would get into their armor,
And jump into the fray.
They called her lady love,
They used to wear her little glove,
And ev'rything that she said went:
For them was the days
when a lady was a lady
and a gent was a perfect gent.
For them was the days
when a lady was a lady
and a gent was a perfect gent;
a gent was a perfect gent
a gent was a perfect gent.
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