[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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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.
[Chorus]
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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
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 1]
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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.
[Chorus]
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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.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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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.
[Chorus]
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The old hick'ry cane, the old hick'ry cane,
B
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.
[Outro]
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