Now I Come To Think Of It - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
NOW I COME TO THINK OF IT. Copyright. 1888. by F. Harding. 
I'm a hardy handed son of toil, With trouble, and a lot of it, Now I come to think of it; There may be happiness in life, I've very little got of it, Now I come to think of it. They talk to me of honest toil, Well, I do not think much of it; I'm told that if I work for wealth, I'm sure to earn a lump of it; Well, I've been working all my life, And now I've got enough of it. Now I come to think of it. 
It seems to me, the upper classes Always get the best of it, Now I come to think of it; Ain't they got their palaces. Their clubs and all the rest of it, Now I come to think of it. If a workingman thinks something's wrong, And wants to go and speak of it, The liquor store must do for him, There's not the slightest doubt of it; And when he's had enough to drink, They come and throw him out of it, Now I come to think of it. 
If he goes out on the spree, he lets you know it. You'll allow of it, Now I come to think of it; He don't seem to enjoy himself, Unless he makes a right of it, Now I come to think of it. He first begins to argue, Then he does get excited at it; Perhaps he'll kick a copper When he's in the very height of it; Gets a month without the option, Then he feels he's had a night of it, When he comes to think of it. 
The copper says, I've got to go. He's told me once or twice of it, Now I come to think of it; I'm going to have a quiet drink, I find I've got the price of it, Now I come to think of it. They talk about the workingman, His rights and all such stuff of it; I s'pose life's smooth enough for some, I only get the rough of it; And now I think I'll give it up, You must have had enough of it, Now I come to think of it.