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THE DAYS OF LONG AGO. |
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Music by Edward Vaile McIntyre. Words by Captain W. R. Hodges.
We love to sing about the days
When we were young and daring, We gaily went a soldiering,
And naught for danger caring. Oh those were the days one did enjoy,
With never a thought he was only a boy! Oh those were the days one did enjoy,
With never a thought he was only a boy !
Then Ho for the days of the long ago,
When we tramp'd thro' the mud and rain; We ate hard-tack and bacon, too,
And never an ache or pain. With the sky above we slept the sleep
Of a babe in its mother's arms, Without a thought of the morrow's fight,
Or fear of war's alarms.
For boys will be boys, for boys will be boys, The years may come, the years may go,
But boys will still be boys. Boys will be boys, for boys will be boys, The years may come, the years may go,
But boys will still be boys.
'Twas march and fight and fight and march,
Of that we had a plenty, But one does not mind such things, you know,
When he is only twenty. Then how you loved your boyhood friend, Your pay was only made to spend, Then how you loved your boyhood friend, Your pay was only made to spend. Then Ho, &c, &c.
Tho' many years have pass'd away, Our hearts are young and glowing,
We have our pleasures day by day, The past is worth the knowing.
No one can take from us our joys,
With frosted heads we still are boys.
No one can take from us our joys,
With frosted heads we still are boys. Then Ho, &c, &c. |
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