| Show schooldays School days and blue eyes ah little old red schoolhouse school houfe on the hill in freckled days in days 0 yore my heart it used to bump and jump and thrill hen I 1 was called to mount the plat form floor A little maiden used to pose sedate her eest it was the first one front you know her eyes they dazed me while I 1 ranted great about demosthenes or cicero she used to wear a pretty tucker gown trimmed with 1 about her dainty neck her golden hair in pigtails hanging down ah me that vision sent my heart but heavens how I 1 used to tremble then the while her eyes they bored me through and through I 1 used to march a hundred tho sand men in quavering before those eyes of blue and when my mighty effort had been made and I 1 went marching back unto my seat ms klimay I 1 saw her eyes they strayed down to the region of my blutt ring feet there from the landage lantage of my royal e I 1 d note how very nicely and precise the pretty golden pigtails they had grown for I 1 wa brave behind my paradise ah rne there came a day of parting there the school dds ahey are ended and the tune of life it bore 1 bounding air long ago one afternoon 1 june and I 1 vi as standing in the same id with eyes axed on a pretty maiden trim each pulse within my robbyne hot ahle I 1 with more than wonted ln h me the of the schoolhouse bell my eves they hear our calling notes ag in anon I 1 m trooping at your beck and spell kendrel spirits down the shady lane the tl ver flower spilling on the air ahe of its sweetness and per f me and by n side a mai len wan lere tl ere g the fields of bunsh lne and ot bloom fa d memory recall the win lans ways fhe daisy chali the sunny brook tl at flows each throb and thrill of childish gounde lays the gravelne grare lne ewine the brair path the rose ah sweeter to my heart than all the ret of life s 1 pleasured plea suren of the old IV as one who laid her head upon my breast and whispered what I 1 never yet have told tew boik sun |
