The Brick Schoolhouse on the Hill.

The Brick Schoolhouse on the Hill.
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On a hill in old NewHampshire
Stands the schoolhouse on the hill.
Where we boys and girls went onward.
To learn to read, write, and spell.

The lessons that were taught us
Seem’d awful hard to learn,
And oftentimes we thought
That it’s of no use to learn.

The teachers and scholars are scattered.
Some gone to the school above,
Where their lessons have been recited
And their works are on record above.

Years have come and gone by,
The schoolhouse has changed at sight,
Still standing, looking at us
As we pass by for a ride.

Some of us are here at studying.
As hard as ever we
Studied at the schoolhouse.
Under the old apple tre

The lesson I learned most thorough
Was the good old Golden Rule
And a lesson well recited,
Is a lesson learned at school.

The Golden Rule has been well preserved,
And kept within my mind
And it always looks like a big R,
That stands for doing right.

So, boys and girls, prass onward.
With a capital at the head.
For the head is what is needed,
To earn our daily bread.