In the Good Old Summertime

                                  There's a time each year

That we always hold dear

Good old summertime

With the birds and the trees'es

And sweet scented breezes

Good old summertime

When your day's work is over

Then you are in clover

And life is one beautiful rhyme

No trouble annoying

Each one is enjoying

The good old summertime



In the good old summertime

In the good old summertime

Strolling through a shady lane

With your baby mine

You hold her hand and she holds yours

And that's a very good sign

That she's your tootsey-wootsey

In the good, old summertime



Oh, to swim in the pool

You'd play hooky from school

Good old summertime

You'd play "ring-a-rosie"

With Jim, Kate and Josie

Good old summertime

Those days full of pleasure

We now fondly treasure

When we never thought it a crime

To go stealing cherries

With faces brown as berries

In good old summertime



In the good old summertime

In the good old summertime

Strolling through a shady lane

With your baby mine

You hold her hand and she holds yours

And that's a very good sign

That she's your tootsey-wootsey

In the good, old summertime