A 1906 popular song.
Words by Arthur Helliar.
Music by Tom Clare.
Sheet music provided by Ross Boyle:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Oh it’s pleasant you’ll confess
When some token you possess
In remembrance fond of happy days now fled
Just a little souvenir
Of a friend who once was dear
Of holidays which all too swiftly sped
There’s the time when you were courting
Many years since then have flown
And recollections growing dim
It’s nice to think you own
A souvenir, a souvenir
Of happy days now gone beyond recall
It’s yours and yours alone
And she weighs some fourteen stone
Just a token of remembrance, that is all
(more lyrics available on the sheet music)