Old Grandfather lived till he was ninety years old,

But he died long ago, long ago;

He had many friends, and it never was told

That the good old man had a foe.

Then lay down the mallet and the maul,

Hang up the chisel and the saw;

There's no more labor for the good old man,

He has gone to his home far awa.

His grandchildren all will remember him long,

For a smile always sat on his brow,

As he told a good story or sang a good song;

Methinks I can hear him sing now.

Then lay down the mallet and the maul,

Hang up the chisel and the saw;

There's no more labor for the good old man,

He has gone to his home far awa.

He built many houses while he lived upon the earth;

But never a house did he own,

Except the old cot where he lived so many years,

And the house where [he] now rests his bones.

Then lay down the mallet and the maul,

Hang up the chisel and the saw;

There's no more labor for the good old man,

He has gone to his home far awa.

Oh, well I remember the day that he died,

And they laid him out on his bier;

As we followed to the grave the little children cried,

And the old men wept many a tear.

Then lay down the mallet and the maul,

Hang up the chisel and the saw;

There's no more labor for the good old man,

He has gone to his home far awa.

His body now sleeps in the old churchyard,

And the stone marks the spot where 'twas laid;

And in heaven his soul has found its reward,

And the good all shall meet him again.

Then lay down the mallet and the maul,

Hang up the chisel and the saw;

There's no more labor for the good old man,

He has gone to his home far awa.