There's lots of people—this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them. - Will Carleton

Not a log in this buildin' but its memories has got
And not a nail in this old floor but touches a tender spot.

I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me,
And so we've agreed together that we can't never agree.

Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see,
But you seem like a human bein'—a dear old friend to me;
And we never will have a better home, if my opinion stands,
Until we commence a-keepin' house in the house not made with hands.