Tho’ time has wrought changes unnumbered
Since those happy seasons were pass’d,
And now with life’s cares we’re encumbered,
Still backward fond visions we’ll cast;
And we’ll think of our childhood with pleasure
As long as our memories last.
THE LASSIE O’ER THE WAY.
A sweet little lassie
Lives over the way:
She’s pretty and modest,
Yet blithesome and gay.
So perfect her manners,
So graceful her mien;
O who would not worship
This fair little queen!
Is there a young laddie
Whose heart would not beat
For those smiles so angelic
And dimples so sweet:
Those blue eyes a-sparkling,
That bright golden hair!
O where’s the young lassie
More charming and fair!
She’s modest and gentle,
Yet cheerful and gay;
This sweet little lassie,
Just over the way.