Transcribed from The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music:

THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN
A Popular English Ballad,
As Sung by
Mr. H. Russell.
New York, Published at Atwill's Music Saloon, 201 Broadway.
[no date]

I'll sing you a good old song that was made by a good old pate,
Of a fine old English gentleman who had an old estate.
He kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old rate,
With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate,
Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

His hall so old was hung about with pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers that had stood some tough old blows.
'Twas there His Worship sat in state, in doublet and trunk-hose,
And quaffed a cup of good old sack, to comfort his old nose,
Like a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

His custom was, when Christmas came, to bid his friends repair
To his old hall, where feast and ball for them he did prepare;
And though the rich he entertained, he ne'er forgot the poor,
Nor was the houseless wanderer e'er driven from the door
Of this good old English gentleman, one of the olden time.

Yet all, at length, must bend to fate; so like the ebbing tide,
Declining gently to the last, this fine old man he died.
The widows' and the orphans' tears bedewed his cold grave's side,
And where's the scutcheon that can show so much the worth and pride
Of a fine old English gentleman, one of the olden time?

But times and seasons, though they change, and customs pass away,
Yet English hands and English hearts will prove old England's sway;
And though our coffers mayn't be filled as they were wont of yore,
We still have hands to fight, if need, and hearts to help the poor,
Like the good old English gentleman, all of the olden time.