The schoolhouse, it stands by the roadside
Where our children have all gone to school
As we often watched them go over the road
With their schoolbags, their books and a rule
The views from the windows are lovely
As they gaze o’er that beautiful lake
And us parents sure we often wondered
In the years ahead what would be their fate
For soon they would grow into adults
And travel I am sure that they will
Far away from that lovely old schoolhouse
That stands near the foot of Doon Hill
They will travel to some foreign country
And walk around city and block
But someday I hope they’ll return
To their own lovely village, Aillebrack.
Written by Penny O’Malley
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