On The Old Village Green - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ON THE OLD VILLAGE GREEN. Copyright, 1893, by Jere O'Halloran. Words by Jere O'Haltoran. Music by M. Josie O'Holloran. Arr. by J. W. Wheeler. 
Let mem'ry take as back again to happy days of yore; Think of the jolly times we had on Grimes' Cellar door; Think of huckleberry parties when we helped some pretty lass, Then went home with a brimming pail, the most, of which was grass; Think of the jolly husking bees, how oft have we felt queer, When some dear miss owed us a kiss when we found a big red ear. But the best of spurt in good old times which pleased uh most, I ween. Were the good old games we used to play on the dear old village green. 
Chorus. The games on the old village green Are the games that we loved most, I ween; If hurt by a fall, when kicking football, How oft we would say, "Ah, it's nothing at all." We knew not of sorrow or care, With our pleasure no joy can compare; So in one glad refrain let's all sing again Of the games on the old village green. 
It only seems just yesterday since we were children gay, I remember well when sister Nell was chosen queen of May; Then robed in white, with roses red, all woven in a crown, She was mote happy than a queen there in our native town. We'd dance and sing the whole day long and not hear mother call, Nor bells that rang, nor birds that sang, so did our games enthall. 'Twas peace and bliss and happiness in childhood's days serene. When we knew only pleasure on the dear old village green.- Chorus