The old farm gate hangs sagging down, Ah,

guitars; voiceCollected by Merlin Mitchell Transcribed by Mary C. Parler Sung my Mary Jo Davis Fayetteville, Arkansas July 14, 1950 Reel 56, Item 2 The Old Farm Gate The old farm gate hangs sagging down, Ah, me ! On rusty hinges bent and brown, Ah, me i It's latch is gone, and here and there It shows white (?) traces of repair. Ah, me ! Ah, me ! Ah, me ! Time passes so quickly away ! The children have upon it dumb In glee ! And in and out with rapture swung In glee ! When their young hearts were good and pure, And hope was fast and faith was sure, It seems but yesterday ! Time passes so quickly away! Beside that gate have lovers true, Ah, me ! Oft told the story always new, Ah, me ! And made their vows and dreamed of bliss, And sealed each promise with a kiss. It seems but yesterday ! Time passes so quickly away ! That gate with rusty weight and chain, Ah, me ! Has closed upon a funeral train; Ah, me ! That gate has often opened wide To welcome home a new-made bride. It seems but yesterday ! Time passes so quickly away ! But dear to me above all things, Oh yes! By reason of the thought it brings, Oh yes ! Is the dear gate a-hanging down On rusty hinges bent and brown. Ah, me ! Ah, me ! Ah, me ! Time passes so quickly away !Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation