It's been ten long years since I left my home,
In the harbour where I was born;
Where the cool fall nights make the wood smoke rise,
And the mist hangs low in the morn.
I fell in love with a girl from the town,
I thought that she would be true;
I ran away to Charlottesville,
And worked in a sawmill or two.
What have you done to the old home place,
Why did they tear it down;
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
And look for a job in the town?
Well, the girl ran off with somebody else,
The tariffs took all my pay;
And here I stand where the old home stood,
Before they took it away.
Now the geese fly south, and the cold wind blows,
As I stand here and hang my head;
I lost my love and I lost my home,
And now I wish that I was dead.
What have you done to the old home place,
Why did they tear it down;
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
And look for a job in the town?
What have you done to the old home place,
Why did they tear it down;
And why did I leave the plow in the field,
And look for a job in the town?