Crinoline Days

Abstract

Back to the oldenDays that were goldenMemory often straysBefore anyone could gaze At Molly’s and Mary’s little ankle displays.Time with its changesOften arrangesStyles that become that craze.But I am yeaningTo be returningBack to those crinoline days [Chorus]In those dear old Crinoline days,Old fashioned people with their old fashioned ways.When the girl a fellow courtedWas the girl he married and supported.Back in eighteen seventy-fourRosy complexions weren’t bought in a store;Granny and granddaddy longingly gazeBack to those Crinoline days