American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 The Little Old Mud Cabin Near The Bogs
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12
The Little Old Mud Cabin Near the Bogs.
Tune- " The Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane."
If you'll only pay attention, I will sing of days of yore,
When my childhood days in happiness were spent;
When while seated at the fireside, in the town of sweet Galore,
I sang the songs of joy and merriment;
But those are days that's gone and past, and cannot be recalled,
And as I travel along in these old togs,
I always will remember the times that I have spent
In the little old mud cabin near the bogs.
When I was but a little boy, in innocence I roamed
Through the fields that surrounded our dear place;
But as to manhood I grew up, I left the dear old home,
And the world I determined for to face;
And with misfortune and good luck. I always have found out,
That this dreary world is always full of fogs;
But I always will remember the times that I have spent
In the little old mud cabin near the bogs.
My daddy died when I was young, and in the old churchyard,
Twas there we laid him silently and low;
And many are the tears I've shed o'er his poor grave.
Which is placed within the Glen of Aherloe.
Oh! I never shall forget the day when I did leave that land,
Where everything seems going to the dogs,
When I was forced to roam unto a foreign home.
And leave the old mud cabin near the bogs.
And now, kind friends, I'll end my song, for I must be on my way
To visit the old home once more;
And with a good-bye to you all, I'll make another call
To Ireland, the little shamrock shore.
Oh! may I live to see the day when Ireland will be free,
And not be trodden down just like dogs;
It's then I'll go and dwell in the little shady dell,
In the little old mud cabin near the bogs.