The ways of the world are a-coming -- up Cyarr! Biled shirts and neckties, Powder-pots and veils, Pizen fotched-on liquor, Doctor-pills, and ails -- Hit's a sight, all the brash that's a-coming -- up Cyarr! The ways of the mountains are passing -- up Cyarr! Moonshine stills and manhood, Gear to weave and spin, Good old Reg'lar Baptists Preaching hell for sin. Far'well to the old ways a-passing -- up Cyarr! The ways of the world will be holding -- up Cyarr! Sorry ways, the old ways, They've a call to go. Only, when you're grave-bound, Changing's allus slow. Old folks will bide by the old ways -- up Cyarr. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES SHE WOULD NOT KNOW ME by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |