The School House On The Hill
This world is made of sorrows & joys,
of accidents great and small,
And everyone has their share boys,
but this one comes to us all.
I will tell you how it happened,
If attention you pay still,
How a little spark of fire had caught,
Our school house on the hill.
We were all in school one day,
It was Thursday afternoon,
A pupil to the teacher said,
"Please may I leave the room".
She had not long gone through the door,
When she came running back,
The school house roof is all afire,
And soon we heard it crack.
Our teacher she looked very pale,
One could not blame her much,
For it was our only school house,
Also our little Church.
We saw no way to save it,
So we put on our coat and hoods,
And ran out and shouted fire,
But the men were in the woods.
But two by chance had just got out,
And to our rescue ran,
There is no way to save it boys,
But we must do the best we can.
There was one thing we thought of most,
It was our little shields,
In memory of our darling boys,
That fell on Flanders Fields.
Of course it was an awful sight,
The men were all in side,
To see the roof all in a blaze,
Some of the children cried.
Everything was brought to safety,
And the burning roof it fell,
As a man jumped through a window,
Of the school house on the hill.
Three seats was all that burned that day,
And they would have been saved,
But the man he got an awful burn,
And his eye brows closely shaved.
The old School - House is gone boys,
But its memorys burning still,
All our school days now are over,
In the school house on the hill.
