Stick to Work and Save Your Cash.
Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding,
Words and Music by Walter Keen.
Long years ago, when I was but a boy.
In the home of my childhood so dear,
Happy was I, there was naught to annoy,
For my kind, loving parents were near,
Seated at home 'round the warm fire's light,
There at the close of the day;
Father, with kindness, would teach me the right,
And these honest words he would say:
Stick to work and save your cash, with your money don't be rash,
You will surely go to smash if gambling conquers you;
When you've parted with your gold, friends will leave you in the cold;
If you're poor when you grow old, you'll know dad's words were true.
Years rolled along and to manhood I grew.
And the old folks have both passed away;
Thrown on the world, soon the value I knew
Of the words that my father would say.
Often and often, when tempted astray,
Conscience would guide me aright,
Mem'ry would point to a home far away
And the words that I heard every night:-Chorus.
Now I am wed to a dear little wife,
And we live in comfort and ease;
Happy are we, for we know not a strife,
But each tries the other to please.
Now we are blessed with a sweet little son.
Home is a real paradise;
For every night when my day's work Is done
I will give to the lad this advice:-Chorus.