Beyond the spring beneath a bank O’er grown with winter reen, We had a nice seclude spot,

No fear of being seen.

And every evening after school A swimming we would go, “Twas designated loe Paul’s shore, Some fifty years ago.

I visited the swimming hole And stood a while to muse, Where brother Tom and I used go With Ned and johnnie Hu hes.

I stood a while upon the ank Where the Wintergreen did grow, And pondered on our boyhood days, Some fifty years ago.

Now all are scattered far and near, Some crossed the great divide, And Tom now sleeps in Tennessee, On a sunny, green hillside. And when our hearts shall cease to beat, As the years along do roll, I hope our spirits can come back, To that dear old swimming hole.

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