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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE -Continued. 



lea, .... Where we once used to play thro' the long, long day In the 

 sea,. . . . But we mourn for the shade where the wild bird made Her . . 

 sea, There the heart will pine, and . . vain - ly pray For a 



shade of the old mountain tree, In the shade of the old mountain tree, 

 nest, in the old mountain tree, Her. . nest in the old mountain tree, 

 grave bv the old mountain tree, For a grave by the old mountain tree. 



From "Song Wave, 1 ' by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co. 



OH, THE SPORTS OF CHILDHOOD; OR, SWINGING 

 'NEATH THE OLD APPLE TREE. 



WORDS AND Music BY 



O. K. BARROWS. 



1. Oh, the sports of child - hood ! Roam - ing through the wild - wood, 



2. Sway - ing in the sun - beams, Float - ing in the shad - ows, 

 8. Oh, the sports of child - hood 1 Roam - ing through the wild - wood, 



Running o'er the meadows, Hap - py and free ; But my heart's a - beat - ing 

 Sail - ing on the breez - es, Hap - py and free ; Chas - ing all our sad - ness 

 Running o'er the meadows, Hap - py and free ; But my heart's a - beat - ing 



For the old time greeting, Swinging 'neath the old ap-ple - tree. Swinging, swinging, 

 Shouting in our gladness, Swinging, &c. 

 For the old time greeting, Swinging, &c. 



