Wasn't it pleasant, O brother of mine,
In those days of the lost sunshine
Of youth - when the Saturday's chores were through,
And the "Sunday's wood" in the Kitchen, too,
And we went visiting, "me and you,"
Out to Old Aunt Mary's?

It all comes back so clear today!
Though I am as bald as you are gray
Out by the barn-lot, and down the lane,
We patter along in the dust again,
As light as the tips of the drops of the rain,
Out to Old Aunt Mary's!

We cross the pasture through the wood
Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood,
Where the hammering red-heads hopped awry,
And the buzzard "raised" in the clearing sky,
And lolled and circled, as we went by,
Out to Old Aunt Mary's.

And then in the dust of the road again;
And the teams we met, and the countrymen;
As thick as butter on country bread,
Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead
Out to Old Aunt Mary's.

Why, I see her now in the open door,
Where the little gourds grew up the sides, and o'er
The clapboard roof! And her face ah, me!
Wasn't it good for a boy to be
Out to Old Aunt Mary's?

The jelly the jam, and the marmalade,
And the cherry and quince "preserves" she made!
And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear,
With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare!
And the more we ate was the more to spare,
Out to Old Aunt Mary's!

And the old spring-house in the cool green gloom
Of the willow-trees, and the cooler room
Where the swinging-shelves and the crocks were kept
Where the cream in a golden languor slept
While the waters gurgled and laughed and wept
Out to Old Aunt Mary's

And as many a time have you and I
Brefoot boys in the days gone by
Knelt, and in tremulous ectasies
Dipped our lips into sweets like these,
Memory now is on her knees
Out to Old Aunt Mary's!

And O, my brother, so far away,
This is to tell you she waits today
To welcome us: Aunt Mary fell
Asleep this morning, whispering, "Tell
The boys to come!' And all is well
Out to Old Aunt Mary's!