BECAUSE HE WAS OLD AND GRAY
Copyright. 1896, by. H R. Basier.
Words and music by Owen Dixon.
You say that I am in the way-I know that to be true, [to you;
But think of the day when I've passed away, when your children may say that
So don't turn me away, dear Jack, I won't live very long,
if you do, my lad, you'll kill your dad, And grieve for me when I'm gone.
Now you are young and handsome, while I am old and gray,
I was as young as yourself, lad, it seems to me but yesterday;
You will be old and feeble when I've passed away, [gray.
You'll think then, my lad, how you treated your dad, because hs was old And
You don't seem to remember, Jack, when you were but a babe. [her grave;
But could you look back in our old home, Jack, when your mother was laid in
Did I turn you away, dear lad, and say; "You're in the way;"
No, I nursed you, your poor old dad, I pray you will bid me stay.- Chorus.