And he's warbling a sweet little song,
Bringing back tender mem'ries of you, Emma,
And of joys that to childhood belong.
He was singing a song to his mate, Emma,
A sweet song of happiness and love,
And it echoed thro' woodland and dale, Emma,
Over valley and hilltop and grove.
Chorus:
Oh, those happy, happy days gone by, Emma,
Their memory is ever dear to me;