Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid. Copyright, 1896, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words by Chas. H. Hoyt. Music by Richard Stahl 
I know a little song about the topics of the day; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? Of people and of late events I've lots of things to say; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? I may he somewhat personal, I may he somewhat sharp, On topics we've discussed before I may he prone to harp; I may, at times, he Critical-in fact, inclined to carp-Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? 
Chorus. Some things are better left unsaid, Carefully consider before you go ahead; Sometimes a simple hint is best. Take the him and let imagination do the rest. 
The "fin-de-siecle" maiden is a subject much discussed; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? I hate to talk about her, but in songs like this I must; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? On bicycle you see her and you know her at a glance. Already she's discarded skirts and wears what she calls pants; How will she dress next year, if she continues to advance? Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop?- Chorus. 
I called, this afternoon, upon some friends who own a dog; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? He knows me well in daylight, but he didn't in the fog; Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I stop? Be took me by the trousers and there was the deuce to pay; I thought he was in earnest, but they told me it was play! At any rate, I noticed my suspenders giving way-Do you want to hear the rest, or shall I e:up? - Chorus. 
There was once a little maiden, came to New York on a trip; Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? Her cheeks were like the roses, she'd a pout upon her lip; Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? Her "olden hair hung down her back the night she struck Broadway, Since then she's been to Barlem, likewise to Avenue A; She's all around the town to-night, I fear she's Come to Stay, And her golden hair is hunting down her back. 
Chous. Some songs are better left unsung, Some songs are better when they're young; Sometimes a little hint is best, Take the hint and let imagination do the rest. 
I played a game of poker with a man from Illinois; Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? Be didn't know the game, so with his shekels I did toy; Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? At last there came a big jack-pot, which ended up the fun; Be opened it, I drew four cards, and who do you think won? As I dealt I drew four aces, but, oh Lord, he drew a gun! Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop?- lst Chorus. 
Two very well-known pugilists remarked the other night-Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? That under certain circumstances they would be glad to fight; Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop? Two active young reporters came around to get the news: They asked the fighting men to talk, and neither did refuse; 
It took just seven pages to produce their interview. Do you want to know the rest, or shall I stop?- 1st Chorus.