A Hundred Years

Oh, a hundred years is a very long time
Oh yes, Oh
A hundred years is a very long time
A hundred years ago
Well a hundred years on the eastern shore
Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore
Old Bully John from Baltimore
I knew him well that son of a whore
Old Bully John I knew him well
But now he’s dead and gone to hell
He’s dead and gone forevermore
He’s gone and dead that son of a whore
A hundred years have passed and gone
It’s a hundred years since I made this song
They thought the stars were set alight
By a bunch of angels very night