Old Song

My grandfather, Eury Damkeeper, Ed Eury, taught me a song he sang in his youth around the turn of the 20th century. It goes like this:

Oh! The boys and girls we used to go afishing to the brook,
With spools of thread for fishing lines and bended pins for hooks.
Oh! How often have I wished for those bright days again,
When little Rose, and Nell, and I went swinging down the lane.

If you have heard this song would you please contact me and let me know if there are other verses.