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*{{PostedDate|2024-05-08}} {{CPDLno|80565}} [[Media:GRALEY_OldSchool.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:GRALEY_OldSchool.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | *{{PostedDate|2024-05-08}} {{CPDLno|80565}} [[Media:GRALEY_OldSchool.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:GRALEY_OldSchool.mp3|{{mp3}}]] | ||
{{Editor|David Anderson|2024-05-08}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|364}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|David Anderson|2024-05-08}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|8|364}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
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On the Old School Book in its dusty nook, | |||
With a tearful eye I gaze: | |||
Come down, old friend, for an hour we’ll spend, | |||
In a talk of the by-gone days. | |||
I gaze once more, as in days of yore, | |||
On the task that vexed the brain; | |||
The lesson done, and the vict’ry won, | |||
And I feel I’m a child again. | |||
And I seem to stand with the youthful band | |||
In the old house on the green; | |||
I hear the fun ere the school begun, | |||
And I join in the gladsome scene; | |||
I take my place with a sober face, | |||
O’er the well-carved desk I bend; | |||
And hourly pore o’er the learned lore | |||
Of thy wonderful page, old friend. | |||
Then our cares were few, and our friends were true, | |||
And our griefs were rare and light; | |||
The world was naught (so we fondly thought,) | |||
But a region of pure delight. | |||
But time has sped, and our path has led | |||
Through the dark and tearful scene; | |||
And passed away are the good and gay, | |||
Like the old house upon the green. | |||
But we'll sing no more of the days of yore, | |||
For the tear-drop dims the eye; | |||
Sleep on, old book, in thy dusty nook, | |||
As in years that have glided by; | |||
No gilt we trace in thy honest face, | |||
But a mine of gold within | |||
Enriched the youth, as they sought for truth | |||
In the old house upon the green.}} | |||
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-05-08). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 364 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: The old school book
Composer: Alfred Arthur Graley
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Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1874 Taintor Brothers
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
On the Old School Book in its dusty nook,
With a tearful eye I gaze:
Come down, old friend, for an hour we’ll spend,
In a talk of the by-gone days.
I gaze once more, as in days of yore,
On the task that vexed the brain;
The lesson done, and the vict’ry won,
And I feel I’m a child again.
And I seem to stand with the youthful band
In the old house on the green;
I hear the fun ere the school begun,
And I join in the gladsome scene;
I take my place with a sober face,
O’er the well-carved desk I bend;
And hourly pore o’er the learned lore
Of thy wonderful page, old friend.
Then our cares were few, and our friends were true,
And our griefs were rare and light;
The world was naught (so we fondly thought,)
But a region of pure delight.
But time has sped, and our path has led
Through the dark and tearful scene;
And passed away are the good and gay,
Like the old house upon the green.
But we'll sing no more of the days of yore,
For the tear-drop dims the eye;
Sleep on, old book, in thy dusty nook,
As in years that have glided by;
No gilt we trace in thy honest face,
But a mine of gold within
Enriched the youth, as they sought for truth
In the old house upon the green.