1 Know ye the place where we gather each day,
Early at morn, early at morn?
Go we abroad in the wildwood to play,
When we are gone, when we are gone?
No, 'tis not there that we gather each day,
Leaving our homes, all our friends and our play.
But 'tis to school that we hie us away,
When we are gone, when we are gone?
2 Come to our school through the white winter snows,
Cold is the air, cold is the air?
Come when the loud wind a wild tempest blows,
We shall be there, we shall be there!
Come at the close of a bright summer day,
Come when the sun sheds his last ling'ring ray,
Come to our school, you'll not find us away,
We shall be there, we shall be there!
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