THE OLD SUNDAY DINNER.
Copyright, 1889, by M. Witmark & Sons.
Words and Music by John Carroll.
A sweet vagrant fancy of days long departed
Carries me back to my home like a dream;
When I was a boy, oh, so wild and light-hearted.
And cares came and went like a merry sunbeam.
There's always a thought like a last dying ember,
Tis all that remains of the logs merry glow;
Like something I know, I will ever remember
The old Sunday dinner a long time ago.
The table was set with the best we could boast of,
The bread was as light as the first fall of snow;
We had plenty for twenty, and we made the most of
That old Sunday dinner a long time ago.
When Saturday night came my father and mother
Would both go to market, but not to stop long;
They'd tell us be good and to mind your big brother,
We'd listen while he sang us some childish song.
And when they'd return with the basked o'erflowing,
We'd each get an apple, then wanted to know
What we'd have for dinner, while hints they'd be throwing
Of the old Sunday dinner a long time ago'-Chorus.