I like sometimes to sit and think
About the good old days,
When I was sixteen years of age
And hope was all ablaze.
Once more the sweetheart of my youth
Comes back in memory;
I gave my necktie pin to her,
She gave her ring to me.
I seem to see her once again,
Her tresses raven black;
I seem to see the ribboned braid
That hung adown her back.
And once again her bonny face
Smiles o'er the distant sea;
I gave my necktie pin to her,
She gave her ring to me.
Oh, we were lovers in those days!
Great things we planned to do;
And golden were the dreams we dreamed
But none of them came true.
As tokens of our love and faith,
That all the world might see,
I gave my necktie pin to her,
She gave her ring to me.
The years have passed; I wonder now
Who won that maiden's heart;
For her has life been fraught with joy,
Or has she known its smart?
Or is she still the happy maid
I knew her once to be,
The day she wore my necktie pin
And gave her ring to me?
