The Old Schoolbook

The Old Schoolbook
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On the old school book in the custy nook
With a tearful eye 1 gaze;
Corne down, old friend, for an hour we’ll spend
In talking of bygone days
I gaze once more, as in days of yore,
On the task that taxed the brain;
The lesson done, the victory won,
I feel I’m a child again

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Oh, the happy, happy times of my childhood days
And the bright and joyous scene,
I see them now as they used to be
In the old house on the green
I seem to stand with the youthful band
In the old house on the green
I hour the fun ore the school begun
And I join in the gladaeme scene;
I take my place, with a sober face
O’er the well carved deak I bend
And hourly pore d’er the learned lore
Of thy wonderful page, old friend
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Then our cares were few and our friends were true
And our griefs were rare and light
There was naught, so we fondly thought
But a region of pure delight;
But time hath sued and our path hath lad
Through dark and tearful scene
And passed away are good and gay
Like the old house upon the green
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