Misc Traditional – The Old Hickory Cane (Guitar)

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How well I remember when I was a boy,

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We lived in the old-fashioned home;

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The chimney was deep, and the stone hearth was broad,

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The fire-dogs how brightly they shone.

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The spirit of mischief seemed ever in play;

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We tried to keep still, but in vain;

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The signal for quiet I ne'er shall forget-

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The thump of the old hick'ry cane.

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The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,

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The cane that is knotty and worn;

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Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye

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Its absence he ne'er could have borne

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Twas pleasant when living far out on the farm;

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How welcome the old dinner-horn;

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The long winter evenings brought cider and fruit.

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And popping of chestnuts and corn.

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We thought it a treat when, with hand on his cane.

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Our father a story would tell;

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Each eye would be bent on his good-natured face;

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Ah! me, I remember it well.

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The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,

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The cane that is knotty and worn;

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Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye

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Its absence he ne'er could have borne.

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The high-backed, old arm-chair looks silent and lone;

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His Bible is lying there still.

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For time laid the snows of old age on his head,

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And bent the tall form to his will.

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A niche in the corner still holds the old cane;

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The hand that caressed it is cold;

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We laid him to rest, but, still, ever we keep

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The cane that is knotty and old.

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The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,

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The cane that is knotty and worn;

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Our father's companion, the staff of his Eye

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Its absence he ne'er could have borne.