OLD FOLKS AT HOME.

OLD FOLKS AT HOME.Theylove the places where they wanderedWhen they were young;They love the books they’ve often pondered,They love the tunes they’ve sung.The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,Is their delight;The ample slippers, warm and cozy,And the dear old bed at night.CHORUS.Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,Where, by night or day,They’re free to rest when they are weary,There the old folks love to stay.L. M. C.

OLD FOLKS AT HOME.

Theylove the places where they wanderedWhen they were young;They love the books they’ve often pondered,They love the tunes they’ve sung.The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,Is their delight;The ample slippers, warm and cozy,And the dear old bed at night.CHORUS.Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,Where, by night or day,They’re free to rest when they are weary,There the old folks love to stay.L. M. C.

Theylove the places where they wanderedWhen they were young;They love the books they’ve often pondered,They love the tunes they’ve sung.The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,Is their delight;The ample slippers, warm and cozy,And the dear old bed at night.CHORUS.Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,Where, by night or day,They’re free to rest when they are weary,There the old folks love to stay.L. M. C.

Theylove the places where they wanderedWhen they were young;They love the books they’ve often pondered,They love the tunes they’ve sung.

Theylove the places where they wandered

When they were young;

They love the books they’ve often pondered,

They love the tunes they’ve sung.

The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,Is their delight;The ample slippers, warm and cozy,And the dear old bed at night.

The easy-chair, so soft and dozy,

Is their delight;

The ample slippers, warm and cozy,

And the dear old bed at night.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,Where, by night or day,They’re free to rest when they are weary,There the old folks love to stay.

Near their hearth-stones, warm and cheery,

Where, by night or day,

They’re free to rest when they are weary,

There the old folks love to stay.

L. M. C.


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