| Nothing to do, Nellie Darling
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| Nothing to do you say
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| Let’s take a trip on memory’s ship
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| Back to the bygone days
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| Sail to the old village school house
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| Anchor outside the school door
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| Look in and see, there’s you and there’s me A couple of kids once more
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| School days, school days
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| Dear old golden rule days
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| Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic
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| Taught to the tune of the hickory stick
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| You were my queen in calico
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| I was your bashful barefoot beau
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| And you wrote on my slate, «I love you, Joe»
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| When we were a couple of kids
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| 'Member the hill, Nellie Darling
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| And the oak tree that grew on its brow
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| They’ve built forty storeys upon that old hill
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| And the oak’s an old chestnut now
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| 'Member the meadows so green, dear
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| So fragrant with clover and maize
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| Into new city lots and preferred bus’ness plots
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| They’ve cut them up since those days
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| School days, school days
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| Dear old golden rule days
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| Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic
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| Taught to the tune of the hickory stick
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| You were my queen in calico
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| I was your bashful barefoot beau
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| And you wrote on my slate, «I love you, Joe»
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| When we were a couple of kids |