Copyright, 1892. by Frank Harding.
Written and Composed by Joseph Tabrar.
The good old songs my father sung are always in my ear,
Reminding me of mem'ries of the past;
When troubles to the winds are flung from all that he held dear,
His life with grief is seldom overcast.
For the greatest blow he ever felt, was when an old friend died,
The morning that the church bells sadly rung;
I thought his poor old eyes would melt, so piteously he cried,
then 'midst his tears the poor old fellow snug:
School-boys together were we when our hearts were young,
School-boys together were we When the good old songs were sung;
Never a cloud begloomed our path, nothing but golden rays
Lit the lives of playmates in our school-boy days.
My old dad's silver wedding came upon last New Year's Day,
When we all met it mother's fav'rite room;
To sit and sing with hearts aflame the good old fav'rite lay,
"When clouds go by, kind sunshine quells the gloom."
Then my mother sang "Long life to all, And "God protect the weak,"
If they be friend or foe, or old or young;
And when the tears begun to fall down poor old uncle's cheek,
My father took him by the hand and sung:- Chorus.
It's no use fretting o'er the past altho' my heart is sore,
In turn we must be touched by death's cold band;
My mother's eyes are upwards cast to glimpse thro' Heaven's door,
As father now lives in the better land.
'Tho' 'twas ruled by Him who rules the sun, and done for Heaven's good,
It seemed to us a cruel, bitter sting;
My mother she was quite undone, it chilled one's very blood,
When father cried: "Hark! hear the children sing:" - Chorus.