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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
THE OLD MOUNTAIN TREE-Continued. 
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Where we once used to play thro’ the long, long day In the 
But we mourn for the shade where the wild bird made Her .. 
There the heart will pine, and.. vain - ly pray For a 
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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 by the old mountain tree. For a grave by the old mountain tree 
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From “ Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co. 
OH, THE SPORTS OF CHILDHOOD; OR, SWINGING 
’NEATH THE OLD APPLE TREE. 
Words and Music by O. R. 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, 
3 . 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 
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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. 
