School Days
Come all you jolly school boys
Where ever you may be
Some trouble I will tell you
That happen unto me
My name is nothing extra
But the truth to you I'll tell
I am a Jolly School Boy
And I am sure I wish you well
It was on one Monday morning
On the floor I found a match
When the master was not looking
I gave the thing a scratch
I threw it out upon the floor
The smoke it upward rolled
The master he replied "Young man,
You are growing rather bold"
He took me right up to the front
And grabbed his hickory spear
And with it he did give me
Some blows across the rear
This flogging did not last long
But boy it made me scratch
So all you kids take warning
And in school don't light a match
