A Junior's Lament
Where? Oh, where, is that old class?
They're gone, they're gone, alas, alas!
Once m,ore they waken in my breast
The thoughts of school, of thoughts the best.
Once more I hear and see and trace
That happy bunch, also each face,
XCash Account. XJuly. Uncle Tom’s Cabin, 1 They sold me down the river And I must parded be From all that I love dearly And all that’s dear to me Chorus Fare-well my peaceful cabin Beside the old oak tree Fare-well my wife and children...