When fields in spring are moist with rain, The busy farmers sow the grain; And we in youth will cast the seed For later days of need.—D. C. Fresh dews and sunshine bless the field, Their crop the crumbling furrows yield; So wisdom grows thro' smiles and tears, As onward pass the years. —£). C. In autumn, corn the larmers reap, And high with sheaves the wain they heap; So life, when ripening years are past, Its harvest reaps at last.—D. C. With songs the farmers guide the wain, With song and cheer they store the grain; Be ours, with joy, what'er betide, Life's harvest home to bide. — Cho.
Before Recess. (Tune, "Co-ca-che-lunk." Pat's Pick, page 20.) 3 Flats. When the school was just beginning, We were fresh and bright and gay; And we all went in for winning, Though we studied the livelong day, CHORUS—Ching-er-y, ri-ko, ri-ko, day, E-kel, te-kel, happy man, Ku-an-o-desk-o-kanty-o, Gal-lop-y, wal-lop-y China go.
