Chorus—
Say, darling, say, when I am far away.
Sometimes you may think of me, dear,
Bright, sunny days will soon fade away,
Remember what I say and be true, dear.
I am off to the war, to the war I must go,
To fight for my country and you, dear;
But if I should fall, in vain I would call,
The blessings of my country and you, dear.
And when this war is o'er to you I'll return,
Back to my country and you, dear;
But should I be slain, you may seek me in vain,
Upon the battle-field you will fi. , me.
Rig-a-jig. (School Version.) (Pat's Pick, page 26.)
3 Flats.
Hurrah, hurrah! we shout for schools, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, This Yankee land can't thrive on fools, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho. Rig-a-jig jig, and away we go, away we go, away we go, Rig-a-jig jig, and away we go. Heigho, heigho, heigho, ||:Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho:|| Rig-a-jig-jig, to school we go. Heigho, heigho, heigho. The muscles, mind and morals, too, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, Are always trained by teachers true; Heigho, heigho, heigho. —Cho.
