The young folks at home
Frank Spencer
 1.
  'Twas in a southern grove I dwelt,
   No sorrow then I knew;
  It seem'd dat eb'ry hour was bright,
   Dat gayly o'er me flew;
  De little ones dat clung around,
   Ere I from dem did roam,
  Made ev'ery hour still happier seem,
   Oh! dear Young Folks at Home!
 CHORUS:
  I'm berry sad-- no joy for me,
  Why did I eber roam?
  Oh! shall I nebber, nebber see
  De dear Young Folks at Home!
 2.
  We play'd de banjo, tambourine,
   And danced beneath de shade;
  And all around us love to hear
   De music dat we made;
  De mocking-bird sung sweetly then;
   De wild birds dey would come,
  And make de grove wid music sing--
   Oh! dear "Young Folks at Home!"
  (CHORUS)
 3.
  But now I broken-hearted go--
   Poor Tom dey all despise;
  I grieve o'er all de happy past
   Wid bitter tears and sighs;
  I'm scorned by all de careless crowd,
   No matter where I roam;
  Oh! shall I neber see again
   De dear "Young Folks at Home!"
  (CHORUS)
 4.
  Ah! no,-- I now am far away,
   Where no such pleasures shine;
  I neber dream'd dat sorrow'd come
   To dis poor heart of mine!
  Den take me to dat dear old spot,
   Nor longer let me roam,--
  And lay me in de cold, cold grave,
   Near de dear "Young Folks at Home!"
  (CHORUS)