Description Above title: .; At foot of song sheet: H.J. Wehman, Song Publisher, 50 Chatham St., N.Y.; Binder 19, item 74.; First line: I am thinking of the day when but a little child.; Notation: Lyrics only.; See variant editions: 000661-BROAD & 002983-BROAD.; Text of song in two eight-line stanzas, each with four- line chorus.; Without music.; Woodcut vignette of a various musical instruments, beneath text.
Format-Extent 1 broadside (1 item on 1 sheet) ; 22 x 15 cm.
Lyrics I am thinking of the day when but a little child, I wandered o'er the meadows to the hill Where the sweet flowers grew, and forever growing wild, And the stream e'er flowed by the mill. But the old mill house has gone to decay; I loved it, and so did darling Kate, And the miller he lies sleeping where the gentle breezes blow, And we played 'neath the turnpike gate. CHORUS. For the turnpike gate is the pride of my heart; I loved it, and so did darling Kate; When she sits beside me now, there's a smile upon her brow, That reminds me of the turnpike gate. And the old school-house has gone to decay, Where the schoolmaster heard us recite, And those happy, happy days have faded from our view, When our little hearts were filled with delight. And when school was out, we would wander to the spring, Where I drew for you pictures on your slate, And those happy childhood days they'll come again no more, When we played on the turnpike gate. CHORUS. For the turnpike gate is the pride of my heart; I loved it, so did darling Kate; When she sits beside me now, there's a smile upon her brow, That reminds me of the turnpike gate.