American Old Time Song Lyrics: 13 Don't Put My Fathers Picture Up For Sale
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 13
Don't Put My Father's Picture Up For Sale.
'Tis many years ago, in the time of frost and snow,
My poor old father fell ill and he died;
Tho but a child then-my age was scarcely ten-
They cast me friendless on the world aside.
My father went the pace all through life's busy race,
And when he died it was the same old tale;
For the little one bereft there was next to nothing left,
They even put his picture up for sale.
My father's face, his dear old face,
His loss I ever shall bewail;
Don't break an orphan's heart, from that don't bid me part,
Don't put my father's picture up for sale.
In the auction room they laughed, they bargained while they chaffed
But I sat in the corner sad to mourn;
While every relic old of my childhood's days they sold,
I felt as though my heart was racked and torn.
The chairs on which he sat and with me used to chat,
All passed away like chaff before the gale;
My heart beat fierce and fast, I was forced to say at last,
Don't put my father's picture up for sale.-Chorus.
The picture was passed round and a bidder quickly found.
In a lovely little angel English girl,
With cheeks of rosy hue, and eyes of heaven's blue,
Her head a mass of sunny golden curl.
Even now for her I die-she whispered: "Do not cry!"
To joy she turned my sad and piteous wail;
She bought it but for me, twist happiness and glee.
She saved my father's picture from the sale.-Chorus.