In Old Pod Auger Times

I'll sing to you of the good old time when people were honest and true
Before their brains were rattled and crazed by everything strange and new
When every man was a working man and earned his livelihood
And the woman were smart and industrious and lived for their families' good
In the days of Andrew Jackson and of old Granddaddy Grimes
When a man wasn't judged by the clothes he wore, in old pod-auger times

Young girls didn't hug or kiss their fellows whenever they came to court
Or paddle around on roller skates or pound the pianoforte
They kept their men at arm's length and made them know their place
And they played upon washboards and kittles and brooms with amazing skill and grace
They didn't lay a-bed till 11 a.m., got up in the morning betimes
And they didn't elope with the old man's coachman, in old pod-auger times

Young fellows, they loaf about the street and struggle with bad cigars
They stay out late when they should be at home with their daddies and their mas
They wear tight trousers, likewise tight boots, and guzzle lager beer,
And when their daddies foot up the bills, they find them pesky dear
When my old men were farmers' boys we'd neither dollars nor dimes
We worked from daybreak till candlelight, in old pod auger times

I think Phillips Barry collected this, in West Wardsboro, Vt, in 1930