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["The Little Brown Cot on the Hill" was published by Erastus F. Beadle in 1863 (Plum, Soy & Cm. Music Publishers, 563 Broadway, New York, Beadle's Dime Song Book, Issues 10-18 - Page 59) in his Dime book series. Attributed to William R. Scott.
R. Matteson 2014]
The Little Brown Cot
I remember the little brown cot on the hill,
Where I lived in the bright long ago.
And the musical sound of the murmuring rill,
That beside the brown cot used to flow ;
Though to others no beauty in it might appear,
That could wake in their bosoms a thrill,
Yet there’s nothing on earth to my heart was so dear,
As that little brown cot on the hill.
CHORUS.
It was lonely and old, and in winter was drear,
And the wind could assail it at will.
Yet there’s nothing on earth to my heart was so dear,
As the little brown cot on the hill.
Long ago in that little brown cot I was born,
And there passed all my boyhood away;
On its porch I would sit from the first blush of morn,
Till the close of the long summer day;
Or I‘d play in the cool, shady woods that were near,
And my shout would ring merry and shrill,
Till fatigued I’d return to my mother so dear,
And the little brown cot on the hill.
It is years since I parted my friends at its door
When I left them to wander away;
And I sigh when I think that they‘ll meet me no more,
For they sleep in the churchyard today;
But although in this world I’ll not meet them again,
I will cherish their memories still,
And remembrance forever with me will remain,
Of the little brown cot on the hill.