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A poor man he sat by the shore of the sea,
His face it was wrinkled but as proud as could be;
As I sat down beside him he opened his mind,
And he talked about them days and the passing of time.
Oh, them days were good days, I remember them well,
But time keeps on changing like time always will;
And it stands by my memory till the day that I die,
Oh, them days were good days when I was a boy.
How well I remember so long, long ago,
We would harness our dog teams and race o'er the snow;
I would go with my father 'pon his old trapping line,
And at night dream of mother we had left far behind.
There was no television, there was no telephone,
Just an old batt'ry radio informed us of home;
And at night we would listen to the news of the day,
And the songs of Wilf Carter that the station would play.
The mink and the beaver we'd take home in the spring,
And ofttimes we wondered how much money they would bring;
For food and for clothing and tobacco to smoke,
And a small flask of whiskey to dampen our throat.
As I got up and left him on that warm summer's night,
He took down a swallow, and the light it shone bright;
He said I must leave you, and I'll call you my friend,
Oh, please don't forget me, please come back again.
Oh, them days were good days, I remember them well,
But time keeps on changing like time always will;
And it stands by my memory till the day that I die,
Them days were good days when I was a boy.
Yes, them days were good days when I was a boy.