Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple

Subject: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: GUEST,Newfiegirl
Date: 05 Dec 05 - 05:07 PM

Hi,
Can anybody help me with the lyrics to this old song.
I'm not sure what the name of the song is
Thanks...God Bless.

This is all I know,
Old aged couple?

As I strolled out the other day
To take a quiet walk
While passing by a neighbours house
I heard some noisy talk.
.............

Just then a lad flew at his dad...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: Louie Roy
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 12:15 PM

Interesting Refresh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: Peace
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 12:41 PM

I'm getting nowhere. Anything else you recall, NG?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: Louie Roy
Date: 06 Dec 05 - 03:03 PM

This is a poem and somewhere I've heard it or maybe seen it in print in some magazine.The title is wrong,but I can remember this much
As I strolled out the other day
to take a quiet walk
While passing by a neighbor's house
I heard some noisy talk
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And then this Just then a boy flew at his dad

To find this we are going to have to look in poetry

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: GUEST,Newfiegirl
Date: 07 Dec 05 - 07:19 AM

Hi Louie Roy,
I'm not having any luck at finding it in poetry eighter, but I'll keep looking.
Thanks... God Bless.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: Neighmond
Date: 08 Dec 05 - 01:31 AM

This was the only old, aged one I knew:


An old, aged couple were seated
Alone by their own fireside,
Their thoughts wandered back to their wedding
As a happy young groom and his bride.

And now they were aged and wrinkled
On her finger the same wedding ring,
They were fond of each other as ever
With his arm 'round her waist while he sings:

CHORUS: You gave me your love and took my name.
For forty years of married life, our hearts remain the same
We've struggled hard together, through sunshine and through strife.
Through sunshine and rain, we remain the same.
I love you, my darling wife.

The years they rolled on 'til one evening
As the golden sun sank in the West,
The old man lost his wife and companion
The one in the world he loved best.

In the old village churchyard they laid her
And fresh flowers he brings every spring,
There is one vacant chair at the fireside
But the old man continues to sing: CHORUS

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: GUEST,Banjo Lover
Date: 17 Feb 17 - 12:57 PM

I think it's called "Poor Old Dad."

http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/songster/10-poor-old-dad.htm

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: GUEST,keberoxu
Date: 17 Feb 17 - 05:24 PM

BanjoLover, just looked at your link. WHOA.

Now who is Harry York?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: GUEST,keberoxu
Date: 17 Feb 17 - 05:34 PM

Words by Harry York
Music by John W. Gibbons 1886
according to:
Meade, Country Music Sources (2002)p. 289
Roud Folksong Index (S306954)

copied from website for
Vaughan Williams Memorial Library

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: Mrrzy
Date: 18 Feb 17 - 09:49 AM

The only story about an old couple has them rocking on their front porch in Vermont, watching the old hound dog a-settin in the sun. The old dog begins to lick himself, as dogs do, and the old man says, after rocking a bit, wish I could do that. After rocking a bit the old lady says Reckon you could...

Might get bit, though.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: old song. The old aged couple
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 18 Feb 17 - 07:13 PM

Here's that link, and that song

POOR OLD DAD.
Written for John Walsh, by Harry York of England.

The other day while strolling out to have a quiet walk,
And passing by a house I heard some very noisy talk:
Just then a door flew open and an old man tumbled out.
I stopped and asked the people what the bother was about.
An angry lad then asked me what it had to do with me,
And told me for to move on, or he'd quickly let me see;
The old man then got up and shook at him his old gray head,
And leaning on my arm the while, these words are what he said:

Chorus.
You have made your poor old mother weep for you from night "till morn,
You have made your poor old father curse the day that you were horn;
You'll wish you'd never served us so when we're dead, my lad,
May your own children serve you just as you have served your dad.

As the old man spoke those little words his bent form shook with age,
And several times he cursed his boy, who trembled then with rage;
Just then the poor old mother came with tottering steps so slow
Again the lad struck at his dad-she tried to stop the blow:
Tears came trickling down her cheeks, she fell close at his feet, )
While the angry crowd commenced to shout and murmur in the street;
You've drove us out, the old man cried, to the poorhouse we must go,
And when you're old and feeble, may your children serve you so.-Chorus.

I raised the poor old lady, and I said, now mother, conic,
You shall not go to the poorhouse, for I'll find you both a home:
But, ah, what means those cold, cold hands, for never a word she said,
'Tis true her heart is broken, yes, the poor old mother's dead;
Not very long the old man lived, but soon followed his old bride.
And in the quiet churchyard now they are sleeping side by side;
And one day o'er their grave was seen their bad son 'neath the trees,
And mournfully I thought I heard these words float on the breeze:-Chorus.