School Mates
Mem'ry strays, to other days,
When I was small,
A little maid, with hair in braid,
I now recall;
Proudly to the schoolhouse gate,
Just at eight, books and slate;
I would carry as I'd tarry,
With my little school mate.
School mates we,
You and me,
Since the day we "learnt" to say our "A. B. C."
Lovenotes and glances, passed to and fro;
School mates, play mates,
Not so many years ago.
Years have flown, and we have grown,
Old school mate mine,
But still I hear, in fancy dear,
The clock strike nine;
As you'd call out tenderly,
"Wait for me, after three;"
School hours over, through the clover,
We'd stroll home so merry.
School mates we,
You and me,
Since the day we "learnt" to say our "A. B. C."
Lovenotes and glances, passed to and fro;
School mates, play mates,
Not so many years ago.
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