Over The Hill To The Poor House
1 Oh how can it be they have driven
Their father so helpless and old
Oh God may their crimes be forgiven
To perish out here in the cold
Chorus:
I'm old I'm helpless and feeble
And the days of my youth have gone by
And it's over the hill to the poor house
I must wander alone there to die
2 Long years since Mary was taken
My faithful affectionate wife
Since then I've been alone and forsaken
The light has died out of my life
Chorus:
3 I gave them the house they were born in
A deed to the farm and more
I gave them the place that they lived on
And now I am turned from it's door
4 Oh me on the doorstep up yonder
I've set with my babe's on my knee
No father so happy or fonder
Than I of my little ones three