Copyright, 1898. by Wm. B. Gray.
Words and Music by Gussie L. Davis.
My mem'ry turns to schoolboy days and a charming little lass.
Playmates were we together, and stood side by side in class,
When school was out, we'd start for home, but played along the way,
We'd play "tag-catcher," and "I spy," then she would run and say:
You're it, you're it, you're it, I spy you, Jimmy Green;
You're it, you're it, you're it, you're caught, now don't be mean.
Sometimes I'd make her angry, she'd cry a little bit,
But when we'd kiss and make up, I was always "it."
The boys and girls are scattered now, who went to school with me.
Some of them roam in foreign lands, while some sail o'er the sea,
How many, many times I've stood to watch the children play
That same old game of "I spy you," and hear them laugh and say:-Cho.