American Old Time Song Lyrics: 37 Old Dads Walking Cane

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 37

OLD DAD'S WALKING CANE.
Written by John Jones.

This wee bit of blackthorn, preserved as a treasure.
Recalls recollections to me ever dear.
'Twas the gift of a parent, who loved me sincerely,
Whose memory I always will love and revere.
'Twas he, who in childhood, dispelled all my troubles,
Who tenderly soothed all my sorrows and pain.
'Tis the thought of his kindness that makes me so cherish
This wee bit of blackthorn, old dad's walking cane.

'Tis not for it's beauty I love this old treasure,
But the days that have past it recalls once again;
Yes, 'tis fond recollections that makes me so cherish
This wee bit of blackthorn, old dad's walking cane.

When his hair had grown gray, and his health was declining,
He would lean, with relief, on this dumb, faithful friend.
'Twas a guide to his footsteps, so tottering and feeble,
And one on whose help he could always depend.
'Twas his constant companion, in all sorts of weather-
In Summer and winter, in sunshine and rain.
To think of the hand that has grasped it in friendship,
Makes me fondly cherish old dad's walking cane.- Chorus.

When the angel of death o'er his bedside did hover,
As I wiped the cold sweat from his damp, clammy brow,
He whispered, "My son, I am soon going to leave you;
I'll soon be at rest with your dear mother now.
Remember the lessons I've zealously taught you -
Be honest and upright, or life will be vain;
And when all is over, to cherish my memory,
Preserve this old keepsake, your dad's walking cane.- Chorus.