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Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep / Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, / And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest below / Sounded like the laugh of something we onc't ust to know / Before we could remember anything but the eyes / Of the angels lookin' out as we left Paradise; / But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle, / And it's hard to part ferever with the old swimmin'-hole.
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! In the happy days of yore, / When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore, / Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tide / That gazed back at me so gay and glorified, / It made me love myself, as I leaped to caress / My shadder smilin' up at me with sich tenderness. / But them days is past and gone, and old Time's tuck his toll / From the old man come back to the old swimmin'-hole.