Give Me Back My Playthings - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Give Me Back My Playthings. Copyright, 1894, by R. A. Campbell. Composed by Robert Alex. Campbell. 
It seems but yesterday that I was with the little maid, And, as young children often do, we quarreled while we played; Her eyes were flashing angry fire, her cheeks were burning red; She shook her little fist at me, and this is what she said: 
Refrain. Give me back my playthings, give me back my toys; It's like you to say things-I don't like you, boys; Down there you can lay them, they belong to me; Give me back my playthings, for friends we cannot be. 
We parted with advancing years, the little maid and I, But never did I quite forget those happy days gone by; New pleasures came with other years, of wealth I gained a store. But still I longed to see the maid and bear her cry once more:-Refrain. 
But on one golden day in life I gained a joy divine, This little maid became my wife, and perfect love is mine; And when at times, beside the fire, our fancies wander free, I feel that I can never tire to hear her sing to me:-Refrain.