Old Boy Song

O come back all ye antique world wonders, come back.

Back come the old ways of civet, when the duty of man was put before the hastened yearning for power and grandeur lust that has burned away all of our Peace of mind.

Before Morality mixed with Brutality and coffins were any mans desired safe haven from fear and loathing.

Before the diabolic calamities that have plunged the sun into coldness froze our human hearts and replaced it with ice,

before the wild usurpation of renowned souls that truly knew how to wear the crown with faithfulness and grace began its havoc.

O Grace, come back

Back come the golden age where courtesy and service paved the roads on which everything in this world rides. 

Where " What can I do for you," came before " What can the world do for me?" When "Your Highness" was more than a sneer at having to submit to the Will of God. I long for Queen Elizabeth to rise out of the ground on that Glorious day and reign over us once more.

Back come the " Old Robin hood of England" that rascally man in green with his devilish disposition and his adventurous bow of truth piercing through the vanity of greed, the vanity of hypocrisy, the vanity of oppression, the vanity of gluttony and all other selfish indulgences that have been monsters in this land.

Back come the majestic bow and curtsy of the vassal, that familiar subservient bending that even the most powerful kings and queens are not privileged to understand. Where to be dutiful and not lacking in honor made those of royalty and pride of baser births than all the law defilers and thought changers that they have sent to die by the rope. 

But the rope itself, come back. O how I wish to dance at my death.

Back come the mounting of scaffolds and the blasphemous laughing of condemned souls who knew better than believe that witches came only in the form of lowly outcasts and wretches.

Back come the stories and ballads the ancestors told our mothers and fathers over playing cards, throwing them down onto the scarred kitchen table with exclamations of "Two for the queen!" and "jacks! as that little orphan boy and that proud young girl once did in that old Victorian story of redemption.

O Come back yon loves, come back.