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HOW MANY OF YOU REMEMBER SINGING THIS SONG "POOR OLD JOE"
WHEN A MAN JUST TO COME TO THE SCHOOL AND PLAY THE MUSIC FOR US TO SING
POOR OLD JOE
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are toils
Of the cotton fields away
Gone to the fields
Of a better land, I know
I hear those gentle voices callin' me
POOR OLD JOE
I'm comin', I'm comin'
Though my head is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
POOR OLD JOE
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well, I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Though my head (my head, my head is bendin' low)
I hear those gentle voices calling
POOR OLD JOE
Gone are the days
When my heart was young and gay
Gone are the toils of the cotton fields, away
Gone to the fields of a better land I know
I hear those gentle voices calling
POOR OLD JOE
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Well oh well, my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
POOR OLD JOE
I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Oh, an' I'm comin' home (I'm comin' home)
Can ya see my head (my head) is bendin' low
I hear those gentle voices calling
POOR OLD JOE
POOR OLD JOE
POOR OLD JOE
When We Were Young
So many years ago,
When we were oh so young,
We knew how to enjoy life,
Hang out and have some fun.
We didn’t need electricity,
Or batteries to recharge each day,
Our fun included friends our age,
And a neighbours yard just to play.
We didn’t need a cell phone,
Game boys or a coloured TV,
We just gathered up our friends,
And played together contentedly.
That’s when we were young,
Not like it is at all today,
The children don’t like sunshine,
Haven’t a clue of how to play.
The world just keeps on changing,
No exercise do they know,
So many obese and spoiled children,
In this world that sadly show.
If we could just give to them,
One week of our when we were young,
I wonder what they’d think of it,
Do you think they would have fun.
Our School
I went to a school
That no longer exists
With a church next door
Oh how it is missed.
The statue of Our Lady
Stood near the altar
I prayed to her often
So I wouldn’t falter.
The confession boxes
I remember them well
I off loaded my sin’s
But on that I won’t dwell.
The crucifix that hung
Down from the ceiling
Our Lord watching over us
For me was a special feeling
The school yard was great
Were we all would play
All friends together.
It’s not like that today
.The teachers were tough
And I remember the cane
It was six of the best
I can still feel the pain.
The processions we had
In our white fancy frocks
With veils on our heads
And white ankle socks.
When school was over
To plagy we would run
First to the swings
We had so much fun.
Some memories of school
I will cherish forever
Like the friends that I made
I will forget them never
I’ll remember St Mary’s
And our church next door
How I wish I could visit
But it’s there no more.
So thank you to Paul
Who has put us on track
The school may be gone
But the pupils are back!
Regards
Jackie.Brady
I hear and read the news, me thinks the worlds going mad...........................................................................................
I get depressed at all the things,which obviously looks bad..............................................................................................
It surprising but in spite of the times we been a fool.........................................................................................................
There are some good and lovely things around.................................................................................................................
Like this site of OUR DEAR OLD SCHOOL......................................................................................................................
SCHOOL DAYS by Ann Joyce
Come rain or shine, we walked away
To a place were we would learn and play
Five days a week, thats were we'd be
Learning English, Maths, Science and R.E
When playtime came we'd hear the bell
Run to the tuck shop for the treats they'd sell
The girls would skip or play double ball
The boys would throw marbles against the wall
Singing ,laughter and scraping of knees
The same little girls the boys loved to tease
End of playtime , running faster
To get through the doors before the Headmaster
Behind the bike sheds , a few would hide
But if they got caught , woe betide
Teach you a lesson now your Mr Watsons guest
Out came the cane for six of the best
At lunchtime kids formed lines like pickets
Patiently waiting for their green dinner tickets
Back to lessons and netballs the game
Wearing navy blue knickers, we all looked the same
Dare to twag , better keep your head low
Round to your house , the boardman would go
Now time to leave the old school dome
Meet your friends and run along home
NOT SCHOOL AGAIN
oh no not school again today ,
I went to visit the other day
my tummy hurts my head hurts too
mum why cant I stay at home with you
' come on says mum your a big boy now.
do up your coat and stop that row.
hurry now you dont want to be late .
I do I said with anger and hate .
We got there with plenty of time to spare
I stood in silence did nothing but stare
how could mummy do this to me
when each day I helped at home with the tea.
OH! theres my best friend near that wall.
I let go of mummy and ran over to paul.
the whistle went and I went too.
I looked back at mummy.
poor mummy whatever will she do.
by ANN GARVEY
3 out of 3 found this valuable. Do you find this valuable? Do you?
THIS CHILD IS OURS
"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"
"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"
"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."
Let school begin======================================== Monday morning late again.......................................................................................................... have to fly, schools near by...........................................................................................................
Soggy toast to eat on the way.............................................................................................................
Raining and chilly what a day..........................................................................................................
Sandshoes leaking feet getting wet ....................................................................................................
Wind is baiting my chapped legs ..........................................................................................................................
How l wish my trousers where long....................................................................................................
Can’t hang coat up. Pegs all full.....................................................................................................
Nowhere to hide, toilets locked ....................................................................................................................................
Late again teacher calls my name......................................................................................................
I don’t answer its all in the game......................................................................................................
Look in horror my mate not there......................................................................................................
All there is just an empty chair ................................................................................................................................
Open desk take pen and paper out .............................................................................................................................
pencil broke, l want to shout ......................................................................................................................................
A blot appears has l use the pen.........................................................................................................
Spelling test been ruined and spoilt...........................................................................................................................
But that don’t matter if l fail again......................................................................................................
pull a face has l drink the cold milk.....................................................................................................
l want to tip it down the stone pot sink..............................................................................................
No work of mine hang upon these walls
just the old clock is screwed up there
guess it saying lets school begin......................................................................................................
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iff i remember correctly ;paul;, an old gentleman use to visit the class room,s every so often, he was dressed up has (old black joe) and we use to sing the song along with him, i alway,s looked forward to his visit, i thought he was quite amusing and entertaining, and the ;poetry; on this page is very well done indeed,(take a bow ladies)
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