School days, school days

"When we were a couple of kids"

School days, school days;
Dear old golden rule days.
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic;
Taught to the tune of the hick'ry stick.
You were my queen in calico;
I was your bashful barefoot beau.
And you wrote on my slate,
"I love you, so,"
When we were a coupld of kids.

Nothing to do, Nellie Darling;
Nothing to do you say?
Let's take a trip on memory's ship,
Back to the bygone days.
Sail to the old village school house;
Anchor outside the school door.
Look in and see;
There's you and there's me;
A couple of kids once more.

School days, school days;
Dear old golden rule days.
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic;
Taught to the tune of the hick'ry stick.
You were my queen in calico;
I was your bashful barefoot beau.
And you wrote on my slate,
"I love you, so,"
When we were a coupld of kids.

'Member the hill,
Nellie Darling;
And the oak tree
That grew on its brow?
They've built forty storeys
Upon that old hill,
And the oak's an old chestnut now.
'Member the meadows
So green, dear;
So fragrant with clover and maize?
Into new city lots
And preferred bus'ness plots,
They've cut them up
Since those days.

School days, school days;
Dear old golden rule days.
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic;
Taught to the tune of the hick'ry stick.
You were my queen in calico;
I was your bashful barefoot beau.
And you wrote on my slate,
"I love you, so,"
When we were a coupld of kids.

Gus Edwards (m) - Will D Cobb (w)

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