Written by Theo. Norman. Composed by Felix McGlennon.
Oh, the fairest spot on earth is to man of little worth,
Unless he finds some fellow-creature there;
But a true and loving friend to the poorest will lend
An ever cheerful, bright and sunny air.
When the sun sinks in the west, and the toiler seeks his rest,
The thought of home his weariness will cheer,
For he knows ’tis there he’ll find honest friends both true and kind,
His ever faithful wife and children dear.
Chorus.