Days that were golden
Memory often strays
Before anyone could gaze
At Molly's and May's
Little ankle displays
Time with its changes
Often arranges
Styles that become the craze
But I am yearning
To be returning
Back to those crinoline days

In those dear old crinoline days
Old fashioned people with their old fashioned ways

When the girl a fellow courted
Was the girl he married and supported

Back in eighteen seventy-four
Rosy complexions weren't bought in a store

Granny and grand-daddy longingly gaze
Back to those crinoline days