Go swimmin’, tie the fellers’ clothes in knots,
Tie tin-cans on the tails of dogs—why, gee!
The days ain’t half as long as they should be
When you’re a boy.
There’s lots of foolish things that make you tired
When you’re a boy;
There’s heaps of grouchy men that can’t be hired
To like a boy;
There’s wood to chop at home, and coal to bring,
And “Here, do this—do that—the other thing!”