I could see the blue Kingfisher, I could hear his well-known cry, Likewise the robin and the thrush, As in flight they passed me by. The ducks and geese were swimming, In the river down below, And the scene looked much the same to me, As fifty years ago.

The old log house where I was born

Has met the usual fate,

Has been torn down and been replaced By one more up to date.

“Twas there I passed my bo hood days, Alon with Tom an joe,

While Mike ad rown to man’s estate,

Some fi ty years ago.

The Ange/us is rin ing In the church upon t e hill, I listen and it makes my mind With solemn feelings fill.

My parents in the church -yard sleep, The sleep the good may know, They lived a blameless happy life, Some fifty years ago.

My mind oes back to ha py days When fiiendship did a ound, When friends and strangers in our house, A welcome always found.

And Christmas was the day of days,

In that blessed cottage low,

For hospitality and good cheer, Some fifty years ago.

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