O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods against the fire,The pile of turf against the wall!
To have a clock with weights and chains ! And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown!
O a little house , a house of my own of warmth and charm to pass each day!
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way! “O’Connells your Home”