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When I returned to seek my love. I found that she was gone So take my advice, young man I pray, don?t give your love to the sea For if you do, someday you will be sad and alone like me.
CAMP FIRE MEMORY
Give me a camp fire, down by a mountain stream And let me sit and dream, of days gone by Give me a mellow moon, up in a summer sky And let my memory fly, to haunts I love Let ine ride across the rolling plains Let me meet my old pals once again In the camp fire?s glow, folks that I used to know Smile back at me, waking me from my reverie
OUR WALK WITH NATURE yj
I walked through a wood land one morning in spring And far in the distance I heard blue birds sing The violets' eyes were twinkling with dew And with memory I walked dear with you The field daisy nodded her coy little head For she understood everything that we said The brook sang a song on her way to the sea And I stood alone with my sweet memory
THE OLD COFFEE POT
This is the story of our old coffee pot That perked and boiled and pitied its lot But one fine day it said by Jove I?ll not spend the rest of my days on this stove But the years went by and it griped and sighed Because of its awful lot.
It seem?d I could be. something else, not an ordinary coffee pot
Now in this house, there were five boys
Full of vigor and vim and noise
It seems that several times a year
They?d get together and pack their gear
Then head for a place called Hickory Point
It was a sort of a camping joint,
I wasn?t forgotten, never fear, for I was a part of the camping gear
When I returned it wasn't me, for I was as black as I could be
I would be scoured with soap and sand. O my it was more than I could stand
Still after all it was good to be. a part of this wonderful family
My madam was very nice you sec. she was really fond of me
And when her friends came round to call
Believe me I really got on the ball
Their favorite drink, it seems to me, was a cup of my steamy hot coffee Now these five boys grew up to be men and seldom went ofT camping again