Have you seen Aunt Jessie's Cottage
I'll take you there one day;
It stands in Sulgrave village,
Not many miles away.

You'll find it on the corner,
Not far from Cherry's farm,
And everything about it
Has a peaceful old world charm.

The walls are thick, the roof is thatched,
To stand the storms of years,
And every beam and corner,
Bespeaks of laughter and of tears.

The kitchen is a lovely room;
It seems to whisper "Home",
And once beneath its magic spells,
You never want to roam.

There are cosy seats beside the hearth,
Soft carpets on the floor
And shining brasses on the shelf,
Bright curtains at the door.

Standing very straight and tall
Is an old grandfather clock,
For close on two hundred years
Has ticked without a stop.

Two steps down to the pantry,
Like a cellar dim and cold,
With gleaming pans and dishes,
A picture to behold.

There's creamy milk in earthy crocks
Upon the cool stone floor;
And pewter measures bright with age
Hang just inside the door.

A winding wooden staircase
Leads up to bedrooms three;
Each with its four post bedstead,
Curtains, and canopy.

A well read bible near the bed,
Some texts upon the wall,
A simple, strong and loving faith
Is loving one and all.

Downstairs again to the best room
A place of treasures rare;
There's grandma's teaset, Grandpa's pipe,
And great grandma's arm chair.

There are life-like birds in cases
Quaint vases, large and small;
And faces of departed ones
Look down from off the wall.

There are priceless bits of china
In the cupboard on the wall
But the charming pair who shewed me round
Are nicer than them all.

So if you visit Sulgrave,
And don't know where to roam,
You'll always find a welcome warm,
In Aunt Jessie's home.