This Is "The Old Home By The Mill" - Far We Still Call It So, Although The Old Mill, Roof And Sill, Is All Gone Long Ago. The Old Home, Though, And Old Folks, And The Old Spring, And A Few Old Cat-Tails, Weeds And Hartychokes, Is Left To Welcome You! Here, Marg'Et, Fetch The Man A Tin To Drink Out Of' Our Spring Keeps Kindo-Sorto Cavin' In, But Don't "Taste" Anything! SHe's Kindo Agein', Marg'Et Is - "The Old Process," Like Me, All Ham-Stringed Up With Rheumatiz, And On In Seventy-Three. Jes' Me And Marg'Et Lives Alone Here - Like In Long Ago; The Childern All Put Off And Gone, And Married, Don't You Know? One'S Millin' Way Out West Somewhere; Two Other Miller-Boys In Minnyopolis They Air; And One'S In Illinoise. The Oldest Gyrl - The First That Went - Married And Died Right Here; The Next Lives In Winn'S Settlement - For Purt' Nigh Thirty Year! And Youngest One - Was Allus Far The Old Home Here - But No! - Her Man Turns In And He Packs Her 'Way Off To Idyho! I Don't Miss Them Like Marg'Et Does - 'Cause I Got Her, You See; And When She Pines For Them - That's 'Cause SHe's Only Jes' Got Me! I Laugh, And Joke Her 'Bout It All. - But Talkin' Sense, I'll Say, When She Was Tuk So Bad Last Fall, I Laughed The T'Other Way! I Haint So Favorble Impressed 'Bout Dyin'; But Ef I Found I Was Only Second-Best When Us Two Come To Die, I'd 'Dopt The "New Process" In Full, Ef Marg'Et Died, You See, - I'd Jes' Crawl In My Grave And Pull The Green Grass Over Me!