Copyright, 1886, by T. B. Harms & Co.
In childhood's merry, happy days, we've gathered in a throng,
In joyous circle of the dance, or joined in merry song.
How sweet it is to think of days, our fairy childhood's life,
When we lived but in a dream, devoid of care or strife.
Piggy-back, piggy-back, I'll carry you,
Piggy-back, piggy-back, I wish I vos you;
Lean on my shoulder now, you shall not fall;
Piggy-back, piggy-back, dot's vot I call.
When Winter comes and brings the frost that kills the lovely flowers,
How mem'ry turns and brings the tho'ts to childhood's happy hours.
For when the spell is broke at last, and children were no more,
We'll only hope to meet again on life's love-laden shore. -Chorus.