Where oft we’ve sat before,
When you and I were weary, Jim,
When we were half seas-o’er;
When the bright full moon in splendor, Jim,
Shone down on you and I,
And the little stars kept winkin’, Jim,
As we drank the old jug dry.
Ah! those were happy days, Jim,
Those good old days of yore—
When Rockwood kept the tavern, Jim,