Leaving the Old Home.
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We are leaving the old home that has sheltered us long, Its walls have recorded many a tear, many a song. How can I leave you, sweet home, for the new; We have baeen such good friends, some years, it is true. I know every corner, from the attic down, And also the cellar; dear house, painted brown. This chair I have sat in, is creaky and old; I cannot give up, though you offer me gold. This bureau, and bedstead, is old fashioned, too, All painted white, with wide panels of blue; And morning glories entwined, with roses so pink, With my babes in my arms, sweet memories link. In this bed our children first saw light of day, Where we taught them, Our Father, at even to pray; I’ll go out tonight and ask Venus, the star, Fair Queen of the Heavens, will I my happiness mar? And if she is blinking, I’ll know it means yes, And will shine in my windows, my new home to bless.
Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:
Some skiis and some skates=> Some skis and some skates {pg 24} Tick-tock I say, all day and and night through=> Tick-tock I say, all day and all night through {pg 69}