Title: Old-Time-Song-Lyrics
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk

Oh how can it be they have driven Our father so helpless and old Oh God may their crimes be forgiven To perish out here in the cold 
Chorus I’m old, I’m helpless and feeble And the days of my youth have gone by And over the hills to the poor house I must wander alone there to die 
Long years since Mary was taken My faithful affectionate wife Since then I’ve been alone and forsaken The light has died out of my life 
Oh me on the doorstep up yonder I’ve set with my babes on my knee No father so happy or fonder Than I of my little ones three 
I gave them the place that they lived on A deed to the farm and more I gave them the house they were born in And now I am turned from its door 
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