THE TURNPIKE GATE
Sung by Reynolds and Walling.
I am thinking of the day when but a little child,
I wandered o'er the meadows to the hill
Where the sweet flowers grew, and forever growing wild.
And the stream e'er flowed 'by the mill.
But lite old mill house has gone to decay;
I loved it, and so did darling Kate,
And the mother he lies sleeping where the gentle breezes blow,
And we played 'neath the turnpike gate.
For the turnpike gate is the pride of my heart;
I loved it, and so did darling Kate;
When she sits beside me now, there's a smile upon her brow,
That reminds me of the turnpike gate.
And the old school house has gor.e to decay,
Where the schoolmaster heard us recite,
And those happy, happy days have faded from our view,
When our little hearts were filled with delight.
And when the school was out, we would wander to the spring,
Where I drew for you pictures on your slate,
And those happy childhood days they'll come again no more,
When we played on the turnpike grate.-Chorus.