I’m sitting to-day in the old play-ground, Where you and I have sat so oft together, I’m thinking of the joys when you and I were boys In those merry days now gone, John, forever. O’er the threshold, John, we pass’d forlorn, To wander we knew not where, The heaven we thought so bright was o’ershadow’d by night, And the pathway lay dark and drear. But I am sitting to-day in the old play-ground, Where you and I have sat so oft together, And these memories wild have made me a child, As in the merry days now gone, John, forever. CHORUS.--I’m sitting to-day, &c. Kitty Clyde. 11 Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 291 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Oh, who has not seen Kitty Clyde? She lives at the foot of the hill, In a sly little nook by the babbling brook, That carries her father’s old mill. Oh, who does not love Kitty Clyde? That sunny eyed, rosy cheek’d lass, With a sweet dimpled chin that looks roguish as sin, With always a smile as you pass. CHORUS. Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, my own sweet Kitty Clyde, In a sly little nook by the babbling brook, Lives my own sweet Kitty Clyde. With a basket to put in her fish, Every morn with a line and a hook, This sweet little lass, through the tall heavy grass, Steals along by the clear running brook. She throws her line into the stream, And trips it along the brook side, Oh, how I do wish that I was a fish. To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde. Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, &c. How I wish that I was a Bee, I’d not gather honey from flowers, But would steal a dear sip from Kitty’s sweet lip, And make my own _hive_ in her bowers. Or, if I was some little bird, I would not build nests in the air, But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyde, And sleep in her soft silken hair, Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, &c. Willie, we have Missed You. 12 Copied by permisson of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. Oh! Willie, is it you, dear, safe, safe at home? They did not tell me true, dear, they said you would not come, I heard you at the gate, and it made my heart rejoice, For I knew that welcome footstep, and that dear familiar voice, Making music on my ear in the lonely midnight gloom, Oh! Willie, we have miss’d you; welcome, welcome home.