Oh, a hundred years is a very long time,
Wey, oh wey
A hundred years is a very long time,
A hundred years ago!
A hundred years on the Eastern Shore,
Wey, oh wey
A hundred years bone stiff and sore
A hundred years ago
Bully Old John from Baltimore,
Wey, oh wey,
I knew him well, that son of a whore
A hundred years ago!
He used to think that pigs could fly,
Wey, oh wey
Could you believe that bloodly lie?
A hundred years ago
He used to think that ev'ry night,
Wey, oh wey
A group of angels set the stars alight!
A hundred years ago!
Bully old John I knew him well,
(Big heave) wey, oh wey
Now he's dead and he's gone to hell
A hundred years ago
He's as dead as a nail in the lamproom floor,
Wey, oh wey
He won't come botherin' us no more
A hundred years ago!
A hundred years have passed and gone
Wey oh wey
A hundred years since I made this song!
A hundred years ago
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