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To my School-boy Days.
Oh those days of halcyon pleasure,Shedding forth their brilliant rays,
In my memory thou'rt a treasure,
Three times happy schoolboy days!
O'er the hills, and valleys sweet,
As we gaily trip to school,
Run boys quick, your class to meet,
He who's last must be the fool!
When the master took the book,
And the lesson passed around,
Boys ambitious, up did look,
Whilst the boobies' heads hung down.
Hark the bell! 'tis twelve o'clock boys!
Now we'll play—tis dinner time!
Some now run to play with toys,
Others up the trees do climb—
Then o'er the hills in mirthful pleasure,
While no cares disturbed our plays;
Yes, in memory thou'rt a treasure,
Ever happy schoolboy days.
Now school's out, boys, we'll go home,
Chanting o'er our childish lays;
But now you're gone no more to come,
Happy, happy schoolboy days.
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