One Room School of 1800'

MacDonald was the teacher, who

Taught me A B C, when I was little

Higher, than his honors knee.

He taught me and he tortured me,

He did it very well. And in the space

Of four months, I could read and I

Could spell.

The teacher that I went to next, oh

It was Miss jane Burns, her legs were

Long, her shoulders broad, and she

Was short in turns.

She drilled me hard through every grade, Of grammar, maps and slate, and

If I spoke the smallest word, she bid me Hold my prate.

The teacher that I went to next, oh it was Drunken lake, for every week or so, a

Spree he would often take.

When he was sober he could teach, as

Well as many can, when he was drunk he Was a brute, like any other man.

I have told you of three teachers now, the Forth is john McRae, who makes his Scholars have a rhyme, each Friday first

To say. Last Friday he made sport of me, Because I had no rhyme, and I have just Made this little one, to suit the present time. When he does make sport of me, I will have My verses double, with words and lines and

Without doubt, I will give his honor trouble.

By: Ethel Quigley, Kildare School.

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