Over The Hill To The Poor House    1. Oh how can it be they have driven   Their father so helpless and old   Oh God may their crimes be forgiven   To perish out here in the cold   Chorus:    I'm old I'm helpless and feeble   And the days of my youth have gone by   And it's over the hill to the poor house   I must wander alone there to die   2. Long years since Mary was taken   My faithful affectionate wife   Since then I've been alone and forsaken   The light has died out of my life   Chorus:    3. I gave them the house they were born in   A deed to the farm and more   I gave them the place that they lived on   And now I am turned from its door   4. Oh me on the doorstep up yonder   I've set with my babe's on my knee   No father so happy or fonder   Than I of my little ones three