Little Log Cabin in the Lane [core]

Oh, I'm getting old and feeble and I 4 cannot work no 1 more
My rusty bladed hoe I've laid to 5 rest
And my 1 mama and my papa they are 4 sleeping side by 1 side
While their spirits now are 5 roaming with the 1 blessed

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Oh, the 4 chimney's falling down, and the 1 roof is tumbling in
Letting in the sunshine and the 5 rain
And the 1 only friend I've got now is that 4 good old dog of 1 mine
And that little old log 5 cabin in the 1 lane

There was a happy time to me, 'twas many years ago
My friends all used to gather 'round the door
When they used to sing and dance at night, I played that old banjo
But alas I cannot play it any more

Well the footpath now is covered o'er, that led us 'round the hill
The fences have all gone to decay
The creeks they have dried up where we used to go to mill
And things have changed their course another way

Well I ain't got long to stay here, and what little time I've got
I'll try to rest content while I remain
Till death shall call this dog and me to find a better home
Than the little old log cabin in the lane