1 Oh, we love to think of youthful and happy childhood days;
They come like sweetest music borne to me;
And from that mystic shore we can hear the songs of yore,
That we children used to sing when full of glee.

Chorus:
Yes, we hear their laugh and shout:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
As they echoed round about,
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

2 Yes, well do we remember, some other children too
Would often come and join us in our play;
We see their laughing faces, and watch their fleet foot-races,
In those games of ball and sport of that good day. [Chorus]

3 Our school-days we remember, oh, yes, our schoolmates too;
Those good old times will never come again;
But with fondest thoughts of you still fresh in mem'ry's view,
We will gladly sing the old and sweet refrain. [Chorus]

4 Oh, if we could take a visit back to those childhood days,
This mystic veil of vision soon would flee;
It would be a grand retreat, those sweet faces all to greet,
And again to join the children's playful glee. [Chorus]