A Brother's Love The Vagrant Son - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A BROTHER'S LOVE(The Vagrant Son) Copyright, 1894, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co. Words by Harry C. Clyde. Music by H. C. Verner. 
A tramp once told the tale to me that I'll relate to you. He said, I've not been always thus, once better days I knew; My home was in a mansion, where all things were of the best. I had a darling sister then, with beauty she was blest; I loved her but too fondly, for I sacrificed my home. And heard my father's curses as he drove me forth to roam. 
Chorus. A poor and vagrant son, an outcast, wand'ring one I bore my father's curse and roamed away; 'Tis for a sister's sake the scorn of man I takeThat's why I am without a home to-day. 
My sister had a suitor, who had naught but love to give, She cared for him with passion that was born to ever live; And tempted by the love, alas, that knows no wrong or right, From father's safe she took a sum to aid them in their flight. 'Twas I who caught them in the theft at silent midnight time, 'Twas I who saw them both escape and leave their mark of crime.-Chorus. 
I heard my father's footstep coming from the room above-She was my sister, and no tongue could ever fell my love: My only thought was how to save her name from such disgrace, And though, from that day unto this, I've never ma her face, I let my father think that I had been the guilty thief; He drove me forth, a vagrant son, to life of shame and grief.- Chorus.