An Old-Fashioned Wife (from Oh Boy!, 1917)

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The modern wife leads a dreadful life,
That seems the modern fashion.
For wicked ways and cabarets,
she seems to have a passion.
I never shall be up-to-date;
That sort of thing, I know I’d hate.

So I want to be a good little wife
In the good old-fashioned way.
I’ll honor and obey;
From my home I’ll never stray.
Although the thing that’s smart is
To be out all night at parties,
I’ll be sitting
With my knitting
In the good old-fashioned way.

It’s thought quite queer if they last a year,
These marriages that we know.
You’ve hardly cried, “Here comes the bride!”
Before she’s off to Reno.
They’ll have to change it, I suppose,
From “Here she comes!” to “There she goes!”

But I want to be a good little wife
In the good old-fashioned way,
Forever and a day,
Till our two heads are bent and gray.
Through days serene and stormy,
There will be but one man for me,
And we’ll weather
Life together
In the good old-fashioned way.