O Tempora! O, Mores!

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion
You're changing sadly your dominion
The reign of manners hath long ceased
These men have none at all, or bad at least
The times, although, you know, it's said by many
The good old times were far the worst of any
What shall be done? I'll lay it on the table
And take the matter up when I’m more able
I've been a thinking, isn't that the phrase?
(Who the devil cares?)
I like your Yankee words, your Yankee ways
I’ve been a-thinking, whether it were best
(Who the devil cares?)
To take things all serious, or take 'em all in jest
Damn it, sir, it's a disgrace
These things stare us boldly in the face
They'll change me, change me, change me as politicians do
I’ll mend my manners and my measures too
Of all the cities and I've seen no few
For I have travelled, friend, as well as you
I don’t remember one, upon my soul
But take it as it comes, upon the whole
I've been a thinking, isn't that the phrase?
(Who the devil cares?)
I like your Yankee words, your Yankee ways
I’ve been a-thinking, whether it were best
(Who the devil cares?)
To take things all serious, or take 'em all in jest