Please Spare That Old House

Please Spare That Old House
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There’s an old rustic est that stands in a square,
For ninety-odd years that cot has stood there,
Surrounded by trees and a fence that is worn,
I’s the home of my forefathers, there I was born
But misfortune tune came o’er us, it’s hard for to tell:
The sherift came in our old home to sell;
It’s then I did ween, and my mother did mourn,
As I begged them in vain, would they please spare
that home

Chorus-
Please spare that old liome, please spare it I pray;
Don’t turn out my mother so feeble und gray,
And my dear loving sister, so sickly and palo
Auctioneer, auctioneer, anctioneer, won’t you please stop that
zale?

You seldom would find a happler lot
Than our little family that dwelt in that cot:
With father and mother, sister, brother, and I
Till sickness came over us and father did die
My brother left home to find work to do
But where he had gone to no one ever knew
I tolled late and early to keep down the debts,
And I fancy I hear myself pleading them yot
Chorus

In vain did I plead, but it was of no avu!!:
The auctioneer continued to cry on the sale:
And the very next bidder, a man quite unknown,
He laid down his money and purchased our home
Then mother and sister, with hearts sad and sore,
Prepared to depart from the old cottage door,
When the strauger spoke up, saying “Your sorrow
Is done:
Acrept a home from me, your long lost son”

Chorus-
What love and rejoicing was there on that day,
When brother embraced my mother so gray;
With a welcome for me and my sister so pale
And that put an end to the dread sheriff a sule