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Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul,
Well over ninety and that's not very old;
For a spunky lady with a will to survive,
It might be just in my mind, but she's still alive.
Now, she lived in a one bedroom house on a hill,
Just a quarter of a mile from my dad's sawmill,
Where she gathered scrap wood for the old Franklin stove;
Every day she walked to and from Butchers Cove.
Many times she walked through our village each day,
And when she heard town gossip she had nothing to say;
There was a church in her front yard, and the Felthams next door,
And she did all her shopping at John Noble's store.
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul,
Well over ninety and that's not very old;
For a spunky lady with a will to survive,
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive.
The axe and the bucksaw she used like a pro,
To cut the firewood and keep out the cold;
She was ready for winter by late in the fall,
There was a picture of Joey, on her kitchen wall.
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul,
Well over ninety and that's not very old;
For a spunky lady with a will to survive,
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive.
Now some man named Jack came 'round one time,
For the rest of her life he stayed on her mind;
But she lived all alone long before I was born,
I thought she'd be alive when we're all dead and gone.
There's a one bedroom house empty in Dover,
And her living alone days are all over;
She was with us for a century, and a month or so,
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God rest her soul.
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul,
Well over ninety and that's not very old;
For a spunky lady with a will to survive,
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive.
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God rest her soul,
Well over ninety and that's not very old;
For a spunky sweet lady with a will to survive,
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive.
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive.
