We Shall All Be Angels In The Sweet By-and-by - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
WE SHALL ALL BE ANGELS IN THE SWEET BY-AND-BY. Written and Composed by Fred Roberts. Arranged by Laughton Field. 
We're going to have a glorious time by the parsons we are told. For all you nice young people who have been as good as gold, Some wings are to be given so the gentry prophecy, They don't give us the date but say it will be by-and-by. Now when they give those wings away there's bound to he a rush, And six-pence extra you must pay and so avoid the crush; The news has fairly settled me And nearly turned my brain, I'm bound to have a pair myself and that's why I exclaim: 
Chorus. We shall all be angels in the sweet by-and-by, All have a pair of wings, be able to fly Far, far away from this wicked world so gay, Oh! how I'd like to be an angel! 
The great Salvation Army, they will be first, there is no doubt; They'll soon fly to that happy land they rave so much about; But, in spite of all their fussing, their scandal and their din, I think it's very doubtful whether they will all get in. . We all shall be so happy, forgetting every vice; No one will cause to trouble, all things will so so nice Your mother-in-law will hold her jaw and things will be so prime, For your wife on Saturday won't ask for your over-time.-Chorus. 
There's the tally man, oh, lor'! oh, dear! whatever will he do? he'll find his occupation gone, upon my word it's true; And the fussy-bloated landlord, who calls 'round on Monday morn, Will find his houses all "to let" And all his lodgers gone; And your dear, respected uncle, too, will fairly be done brown, The three gilt balls outside his shop, he'll have to take them down; A little notice you will see, informing you with love That business for the future will be carried on above.-Chorus. 
So very, very careful of your ways you will have to be, or else no chance of wings you'll stand, it's very plain to me; They're only going to give them out to those that have been good, And I'm one of that number, I will have it understood; You ladies must be careful not to stay out late at night, You must not paint, or dye your hair, such doings are not right; Your bustles, too, you must leave off, and all such clumsy things, Or you'll find it very awkward when you go to flap your wings.-Chorus.