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Show REMINISCENCES. Alas! for the days of long ago. When my heart was as fresh as it now is dead. And alas for the sprees in the old woodshed, When I stood brother Johnny right up on his head- For those days were sweet-so long ago! Ah! for the days of long ago; How keen my vision, how limber my leg. When I popped Farmer Barnes in the head with an egg. And was gen'rally known as a "pesky pleg." In the fair, sweet days of long ago. For the days were bright so long ago, When I drank spruce beer on the cooks of bay, Played truant from school through the long, long day, And licked the boy who'd the dead betray In the glad old times of long ago! Gone are the days of long ago! ‘Twould be queer if they weren't, but still were here, And I were a boy who liked spruce beer, With as much to hope and as little to fear, And had in the times so long ago! -N. Y. Graphic. |