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