A song in a class by itself, 1906
Words by Harry Williams
Music by Egbert Van Alstyne
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Old Silas Greene, a good old soul
Hitched up his horse one day
To meet the son that he had sent
To college far away
‘Twas just a year, since Hiram
Left the scent of new mown hay
But this was what his father saw that day
A pair of trousers turned way up
Altho’ it wasn’t wet
A coat with padded shoulders
With a lot of room to let
“A-mister-wise” expression
Hid behind a cigarette
And those around old Silas heard him say
Chorus:
Hiram, oh Hiram
There’s no more hope for you
I loved you as a father
And your mother loved you, too
I’m broken hearted
I’m getting thin and pale
For durned, if he don’t act the fool
Since Hiram went to Yale
- He used to hoe a row of corn
And hoe it very well
But now the only row he knows
Is how to row a shell
We’ve tried our best to get him
To let mother cut his hair
It’s way too long, but Hiram doesn’t care
He used to know just how to feed
The horses oats and hay
But now he says that he has learned
Since he has been away
He really doesn’t know a thing
About a horse today
And no one out at Sheeps-head ever did
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: