Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured all the teachers - we have broken all the rules
We ramrocked the offices and hung the principal
March on, third grade, march on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah
My teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind her door with a loaded .44
And the teacher don't teach no more!
Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Sing, cuccu. Sing, cuccu, nu.
Sumer is i-cumin in—
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth—
Murie sing, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Wel singes thu, cuccu.
Ne swik thu naver nu!
The farmer's dog leapt over the stile,
his name was little Bingo,
the farmer's dog leapt over the stile,
his name was little Bingo.
B with an I — I with an N,
N with a G — G with an O;
his name was little Bingo:
B—I—N—G—O!
His name was little Bingo.
A fox jumped out one winter’s night,
And begged the moon to give him light.
For he’d many miles to trot that night
Before he reached his den O!
Den O! Den O!
For he’d many miles to trot that night before he reached his den O!
The first place he came to was a farmer’s yard,
Where the ducks and the geese declared it hard
That their nerves should be shaken and their rest so marred
By a visit from Mr. Fox O!
Fox O! Fox O!
The goats came marching one by one, hurrah! Hurrah!
The goats came marching one by one, hurrah! Hurrah!
The goats came marching one by one,
The little one stopped...to bask in the sun.
Then they all came marching, over the rickety bridge.
The goats came marching two by two, hurrah! Hurrah!
The goats came marching two by two, hurrah! Hurrah!
The goats came marching two by two,
The little one stopped...to look at the view.
Then they all came marching, over the rickety bridge.
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up they were up,
And when they were down they were down,
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down.
They all marched up to the top of the hill,
With a hup, two, three, four, drilling their drill.
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men,
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
The lion beat the unicorn
All around the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum cake
and drummed them out of town.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Porridge in the pot.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Stir it piping hot.
Split, splat, splot,
Split, splat, splot,
Magic porridge pot.
Plip, plap, plop,
Plip, plap, plop,
Stir it, never stop.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Porridge in the pot.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Eat it piping hot.
The merry-go-round goes 'round and 'round,
The children laughed and laughed and laughed,
So many were going 'round and 'round,
That the merry-go-round collapsed.
