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,
An chor 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 a hickry stick,
You were my queen in calico,
I was your bashful barefoot beau,
And you wrote on my slate, I love you Joe,
When we were a couple of kids
‘Member the hill, Nellie Darling
And the oak tree that grew on it’s brow?
They’ve build forty stories 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.
Cobb and Edwards, "School Days" (1907). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1398.
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