"My old House my dear happy Home" (1854) Sung at the Concerts of <br />BUCKLEY'S SERENADERS 539 Broadway. [Words--anonymous] <br />Composed by Frederick Buckley Author of "Yes We Miss Thee", "Never More My Clara Dear" &c. New York, NY: Firth, Pond & Co., 1 Franklin Square <br />Albany, NY: Emsley [sp?] St. Louis, MO: Wakelam & Iucho <br />Cleveland, OH: Brook & Long Plate No. 2726 <br />Quidor, Engraver [Source: 023/012@Levy] <br /><br />1. There’s a spot that I love, there’s a home that I prize <br /> Far better than any on earth, <br />It is bound to my heart by the holiest ties, <br /> And I prize oh how fondly its worth; <br />’Tis no beauty nor splendor endears it to me, <br /> Ah no for its grandeur hath flown, <br />But ’tis fondest affection that binds me to thee, <br /> My Old House, my dear happy Home. <br /><br />2. O home! what dear magic is in that sweet sound, <br /> How closely it speaks to the heart, <br />What a word of deep tenderness in thee is found, <br /> Oh who from such treasure could part; <br />Could barter the joys of a sweet home of love, <br /> For a path in the wide world unknown, <br />Could seek for vain pleasures and heartlessly rove, <br /> If they knew the true value of home. <br /><br />3. Some sigh to be wealthy, some seek to be great, <br /> Some envy what others can do, <br />But oh I’m in my lowly estate, <br /> For the hearts all around me are true. <br />And ties that are nearer and dearer to me, <br /> And hearts that are truly mine own, <br />With fondest affection now binds me to thee, <br /> My Old House, my dear happy Home.
