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O don't you remember those days so divine	B
Around which the heart strings all tenderly twine	B
When with sapling pole and a painted cork	C
We fished up and down the old Hanging Fork	C
From the railroad bridge with its single span	D
Clear down to the mill at Dawson's old dam	E
From early morn till the shades of night	F
And it made no difference if fish didn't bite	F
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II	A
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What pleasure it gives to think and to dream	G
Of those long happy days and the old winding stream	G
When we waded the creek with our pants to the knee	H
And got our lines tangled in a sycamore tree	H
And were most scared to death when out from the root	I
The long wriggling snake through the water did shoot	I
And you lost your line your hook and your cork	C
And I slipped and fell in the old Hanging Fork	C
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III	A
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The years they have come and the years they have fled	J
And frosted with silver the hairs of the head	J
But still in fond memory there lingers the joy	K
Of scenes such as these when a bare footed boy	K
I wandered away to the clear rippling stream	G
No cankering care to trouble life's dream	G
And we spit on our bait and in whispers we'd talk	L
As we threw out our lines in the old Hanging Fork	C
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IV	M
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We sat there and fished with the sun beaming down	N
On the tops of our heads through hats minus crown	N
And when I got a bite or you caught a perch	O
We'd just give our lines a thundering lurch	O
And land him high up on the bank in the weeds	P
Then string him along with the pumpkin seeds	P
O don't you remember the hot dusky walk	L
Along the white pike to the old Hanging Fork	C

George W. Doneghy

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