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C. J. S. [Music]
1. I reckon the days is departed, / When folks 'ud a listened to me, / And I feels like as one broken-hearted, / A-thinking o' what used to be. / And I don't know as much be amended, / Than was in them merry old Times, / When, wi' pipes and good ale, folks attended, / To me and my purty old rhymes, / CHORUS: To me and my purty old rhymes.