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