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, so"
When we were a couple of kids
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, so"
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 business 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, so"
When we were a couple of kids