Ah, yes, in times gone by
\nAll, it was far better then
\nA time of chivalry and ceremony
\nA time of ladies and gentlemen<\/p>\n
Ah, yes, in times gone by
\nAll, it was not about speed
\nNo, a time of labour and of craft
\nDictated to man by need.<\/p>\n
Ah, yes, in times gone by
\nAll in war, was not so much horror and slaughter
\nA time of uniforms, duels and rules of war
\nAnd not in the army be any mans daughter.<\/p>\n
Ah, yes, in times gone by
\nAll, ladies, yes them all
\nWere not hassled by careers
\nThey knew true romance after the ball\u2026<\/p>\n
Ah yes, in times gone by
\nAll, was far from what it seems
\nThose days were worse than what we have
\nThe preceding verses are but romantic dreams.
\nLadies lived lives of hardship
\nThe poor suffered more than others
\nHad no choice, no vote, no voice
\nSlaved for the children who called them mothers.
\nAnd war \u2013 war was as savage then
\nFought by cannon, cavalry and man to man
\nPretty uniforms don\u2019t make a war gentle
\nConflict was and is horrific since time began
\nWorkers slaved at the factory
\nChildren sweating at the loom
\nFor more and more for the rich man
\nLimbs and lives lost in the boom
\nPomp, then as now, too was hollow
\nJust a demonstration of pride
\nFancy words hide hard hearts
\nThere was little love inside.<\/p>\n
So when of today you are tired
\nYearn not for long ago
\nBe grateful for what you\u2019ve got
\nAnd that the horrors of history you do not know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ah, yes, in times gone by All, it was far better then A time of chivalry and ceremony A time of ladies and gentlemen Ah, yes, in times gone by All, it was not about speed No, a time of labour and of craft Dictated to man by need. 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