Ben Fisher and Wife.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work,And he sat at his cottage door;His good wife Kate sat by his side,And the moonlight danced on the floor—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Talk’d love in her mellow light.Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,And never a dram drank he,So he loved at home with his wife to stay,And they chatted right merrily—Right merrily they chatted on,Her babe slept on her breast,While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,On his father’s knee found rest,On his father’s knee found rest.Right merrily, &c.Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew,And the corn in the lower field,And the wheat on the hills was grown to seed,And promised a glorious yield.A glorious yield in the summer-time,And his orchard was doing fair,His sheep and his flock were in their prime,His farm all in good repair,His farm all in good repair.A glorious yield, &c.Kate said that her garden look’d beautiful,Her fowls and her calves were fat,The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d,Would buy him a Sunday hat.That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,And it was done, too, by the rule,That Neddy nicely could the garden spade.And Ann was up head at school.And Ann was up head at school.That Jenny for pa, &c.Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand,Through his locks of grayish brown:“I’ll tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he,“We’re the happiest folks in town.”“I know,” said Kate, “that we all work hardWork and health go together I’ve found,For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all,And she’s sick the whole year round,And she’s sick the whole year round.I know,” said Kate, &c.“They are worth their thousands, so people say,But I ne’er saw them happy yet;’Twould not be me that would take their gold,And live in a constant fret.My humble home has a light within,Mrs. Bell’s gold could not buy—Six lovely children, a merry heart,And a husband’s love-lit eye,And a husband’s love-lit eye.My humble home, &c.”I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,The moon shone brighter and clearer,I could not tell why the man should cry,But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,And he took her hand in his,And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),That he left on her lips a kiss,That he left on her lips a kiss.He lean’d his head, &c.
Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.
Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work,And he sat at his cottage door;His good wife Kate sat by his side,And the moonlight danced on the floor—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Talk’d love in her mellow light.Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,And never a dram drank he,So he loved at home with his wife to stay,And they chatted right merrily—Right merrily they chatted on,Her babe slept on her breast,While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,On his father’s knee found rest,On his father’s knee found rest.Right merrily, &c.Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew,And the corn in the lower field,And the wheat on the hills was grown to seed,And promised a glorious yield.A glorious yield in the summer-time,And his orchard was doing fair,His sheep and his flock were in their prime,His farm all in good repair,His farm all in good repair.A glorious yield, &c.Kate said that her garden look’d beautiful,Her fowls and her calves were fat,The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d,Would buy him a Sunday hat.That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,And it was done, too, by the rule,That Neddy nicely could the garden spade.And Ann was up head at school.And Ann was up head at school.That Jenny for pa, &c.Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand,Through his locks of grayish brown:“I’ll tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he,“We’re the happiest folks in town.”“I know,” said Kate, “that we all work hardWork and health go together I’ve found,For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all,And she’s sick the whole year round,And she’s sick the whole year round.I know,” said Kate, &c.“They are worth their thousands, so people say,But I ne’er saw them happy yet;’Twould not be me that would take their gold,And live in a constant fret.My humble home has a light within,Mrs. Bell’s gold could not buy—Six lovely children, a merry heart,And a husband’s love-lit eye,And a husband’s love-lit eye.My humble home, &c.”I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,The moon shone brighter and clearer,I could not tell why the man should cry,But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,And he took her hand in his,And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),That he left on her lips a kiss,That he left on her lips a kiss.He lean’d his head, &c.
Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work,And he sat at his cottage door;His good wife Kate sat by his side,And the moonlight danced on the floor—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Talk’d love in her mellow light.Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,And never a dram drank he,So he loved at home with his wife to stay,And they chatted right merrily—Right merrily they chatted on,Her babe slept on her breast,While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,On his father’s knee found rest,On his father’s knee found rest.Right merrily, &c.Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew,And the corn in the lower field,And the wheat on the hills was grown to seed,And promised a glorious yield.A glorious yield in the summer-time,And his orchard was doing fair,His sheep and his flock were in their prime,His farm all in good repair,His farm all in good repair.A glorious yield, &c.Kate said that her garden look’d beautiful,Her fowls and her calves were fat,The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d,Would buy him a Sunday hat.That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,And it was done, too, by the rule,That Neddy nicely could the garden spade.And Ann was up head at school.And Ann was up head at school.That Jenny for pa, &c.Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand,Through his locks of grayish brown:“I’ll tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he,“We’re the happiest folks in town.”“I know,” said Kate, “that we all work hardWork and health go together I’ve found,For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all,And she’s sick the whole year round,And she’s sick the whole year round.I know,” said Kate, &c.“They are worth their thousands, so people say,But I ne’er saw them happy yet;’Twould not be me that would take their gold,And live in a constant fret.My humble home has a light within,Mrs. Bell’s gold could not buy—Six lovely children, a merry heart,And a husband’s love-lit eye,And a husband’s love-lit eye.My humble home, &c.”I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,The moon shone brighter and clearer,I could not tell why the man should cry,But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,And he took her hand in his,And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),That he left on her lips a kiss,That he left on her lips a kiss.He lean’d his head, &c.
Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work,And he sat at his cottage door;His good wife Kate sat by his side,And the moonlight danced on the floor—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work,
And he sat at his cottage door;
His good wife Kate sat by his side,
And the moonlight danced on the floor—
The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,
Her beams were clear and bright,
As when he and Kate, twelve years before,
Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,Her beams were clear and bright,As when he and Kate, twelve years before,Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor,
Her beams were clear and bright,
As when he and Kate, twelve years before,
Talk’d love in her mellow light.
Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,And never a dram drank he,So he loved at home with his wife to stay,And they chatted right merrily—Right merrily they chatted on,Her babe slept on her breast,While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,On his father’s knee found rest,On his father’s knee found rest.Right merrily, &c.
Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay,
And never a dram drank he,
So he loved at home with his wife to stay,
And they chatted right merrily—
Right merrily they chatted on,
Her babe slept on her breast,
While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile,
On his father’s knee found rest,
On his father’s knee found rest.
Right merrily, &c.
Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew,And the corn in the lower field,And the wheat on the hills was grown to seed,And promised a glorious yield.A glorious yield in the summer-time,And his orchard was doing fair,His sheep and his flock were in their prime,His farm all in good repair,His farm all in good repair.A glorious yield, &c.
Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew,
And the corn in the lower field,
And the wheat on the hills was grown to seed,
And promised a glorious yield.
A glorious yield in the summer-time,
And his orchard was doing fair,
His sheep and his flock were in their prime,
His farm all in good repair,
His farm all in good repair.
A glorious yield, &c.
Kate said that her garden look’d beautiful,Her fowls and her calves were fat,The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d,Would buy him a Sunday hat.That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,And it was done, too, by the rule,That Neddy nicely could the garden spade.And Ann was up head at school.And Ann was up head at school.That Jenny for pa, &c.
Kate said that her garden look’d beautiful,
Her fowls and her calves were fat,
The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d,
Would buy him a Sunday hat.
That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made,
And it was done, too, by the rule,
That Neddy nicely could the garden spade.
And Ann was up head at school.
And Ann was up head at school.
That Jenny for pa, &c.
Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand,Through his locks of grayish brown:“I’ll tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he,“We’re the happiest folks in town.”“I know,” said Kate, “that we all work hardWork and health go together I’ve found,For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all,And she’s sick the whole year round,And she’s sick the whole year round.I know,” said Kate, &c.
Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand,
Through his locks of grayish brown:
“I’ll tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he,
“We’re the happiest folks in town.”
“I know,” said Kate, “that we all work hard
Work and health go together I’ve found,
For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all,
And she’s sick the whole year round,
And she’s sick the whole year round.
I know,” said Kate, &c.
“They are worth their thousands, so people say,But I ne’er saw them happy yet;’Twould not be me that would take their gold,And live in a constant fret.My humble home has a light within,Mrs. Bell’s gold could not buy—Six lovely children, a merry heart,And a husband’s love-lit eye,And a husband’s love-lit eye.My humble home, &c.”
“They are worth their thousands, so people say,
But I ne’er saw them happy yet;
’Twould not be me that would take their gold,
And live in a constant fret.
My humble home has a light within,
Mrs. Bell’s gold could not buy—
Six lovely children, a merry heart,
And a husband’s love-lit eye,
And a husband’s love-lit eye.
My humble home, &c.”
I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,The moon shone brighter and clearer,I could not tell why the man should cry,But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,And he took her hand in his,And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),That he left on her lips a kiss,That he left on her lips a kiss.He lean’d his head, &c.
I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye,
The moon shone brighter and clearer,
I could not tell why the man should cry,
But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer.
He lean’d his head on her shoulder there,
And he took her hand in his,
And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then),
That he left on her lips a kiss,
That he left on her lips a kiss.
He lean’d his head, &c.