Over The Hill To The Poor House

1. Oh how can it be they have driven

Their 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 it's over the hill to the poor house

I must wander alone there to die

2. 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

Chorus:

3. I gave them the house they were born in

A deed to the farm and more

I gave them the place that they lived on

And now I am turned from its door

4. Oh me on the doorstep up yonder

I've set with my babe's on my knee

No father so happy or fonder

Than I of my little ones three