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Friday, May 22, 2026

HEDGE ROSES

 


HEDGE ROSES 

Music by SCHUBERT 

 Arr. by MARY S. CONRADE 

1. On his way a boy espied  
Pret ty blushing  rοses, 
Fresh and bright the hedgerow's pride, 
To admire he turns a side,
And to pluck proposes.
Roses roses rses red,
Pretty blushing roses 

2. Thus he speaks: "I gather thee,
Gayest of the roses!  
Rose says: "Better let me be,
Or you will get stung by me."
hen her spikes discloses.  
Roses roses rses red,
Pretty blushing roses 

3.  Still the rude boy pulls away 
This fair queen of roses;
With a wound he has to pay,
But in vain the rose does pray,
Him in vain opposes.   
Roses roses rses red,
Pretty blushing roses   

References:
1. The Primary Plan Book 1912
   

Tuesday, May 19, 2026

Over in the Meadow

 


Over in the Meadow 

By O.A. WADSWORTH 

1. Over in the meadow, 
Sitting in the sun, 
You will find a mother  toad, 
And her toadie one.
"Jump," says the mother. "I jump," said the one. 
 So they jumped and are glad 
 In the bright shining sun.  

2.Ο'ver in the meadow, 
Where the brook runs thro',
You will find a mother fish 
And her fishes two. 
"Swim," says the mother , 'We swim." said the two
 So they swim and are glad 
In the brook let so blue. 

3. Οver in the meadow,
 In an apple tree,
You will find a mother bird 
And her birdies three.
"Sing," says the mother. "We sing," said the three
So they sing and are glad 
In the old apple tree.    

4. Over in the meadow,
By the cottage door,  
You will find a mother lizzard 
And her lizzards four.
"Run," says the mother. "We run say. the four
So they run and are glad, By the old cottage door. 
 

Little Bird With Eager Wing

 

Little Bird With Eager Wing 

By MARY S CONRADE 

1. Little bird with eager wing, Stopping now and then to sing 
Can you in your  chirping way, Teach me some thing new to day?
The little bird sings in his innocent glee,
That we should be grateful and joyous as he.  

2. Busy bee from flow'r to flow'r, You are flying ev'ry hour,
Can you in your humming way, Teach me some thing new today? 
The bee does not trifle her  moments away,
And we should be active  in work or in play.    

3.Gentle breeze a long the grass, Very softly you do pass;
Can you in your rustling way, Tell us some thing new to day?
Just like the pure breezes that  soothe as they go,
May we e'er be ready to soothe others woe. 

References:
 THE PRIMARY PLAN BOOK BY MARIAN M. GEORGE A FLANAGAN COMPANY CHICAGO 1912 
  
 

Sowing and Reaping

 


Sowing and Reaping 

By JOSEPHINE POLLARD  and S.C. HANSON

1. Out in the high ways wherever we go, 
    Seed we must gather and seed we must sow,
    Even the tiniest seed has a pow'r,
 Be it a thistle, be it a flow'r.

2.Out of each moment some good we obtain,
  Some thing to win now and scatter a gain.
  All that we listen to, all that we read,
All that we think of, is gathering seed.

3.Gatheing seed, we must scatter as well;
  God will watch over the place where it fell.
  Only the gain of the harvest is ours,
  Shall we plant thistles or shall we plant flow'rs?  
    
   
  References:
 THE PRIMARY PLAN BOOK BY MARIAN M. GEORGE A FLANAGAN COMPANY CHICAGO 1912
  

The Blue-Bird Song

 

1. I know the song that the blue-bird is  singing
 Out in the be apple-tree where he is of  swinging;
Brave little fellow the, skies may be dreary,-
Nothing cares  he while his heart is so  cheery;
Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat!
Hark was there ever so  merry  a note?
Listen a while and you'll hear what he's saying,
Up in the apple tree swinging and and swaying.

2. Dear little song blossoms down under the snow, 
You must be weary  of winter, I know; 
Hark! while I sing you a message of cheer,
Summer is coming and spring time is here! 
Dear little snow, drop I pray you a rise;
Bright yellow crocus, come, pen your  eyes;
Sweet little violets hid from the say cold,
Put on your mantle of purple and gold. 

References:
THE PRIMARY PLAN BOOK BY MARIAN M GEORGE MARCH A FLANAGAN COMPANY CHICAGO 1912
  

Saturday, May 9, 2026

The Postman

 The Postman 


POST OFFICE PROJECT 

By Abbie Farwell Brown  - tune- Folk song

1.Postman! Post man! Why is he late a gain?
Postman! Postman! Where can he be?
Here he comes hurrying, Here he comes scurrying.
Listen! Listen! Yes it is he!   

2.Postman! Postman! Have I a letter, Sir?
Postman! Postman! Hurry and see!
Why are you lingering? What are you fingering?
Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! That is for he me!     

References:
The Grade Teacher June 1931

 

The Animal Band

 


The Animal Band 

(A Good Song for Circus Time)

By MARION MITCHELL  and CHURCHILL-GRINDELL  

The Animal Band came down the street,
The morning before the show,
It made me laugh to see the Giraffe,
He blew a  big horn, you know.-

The Monkey sat on the  Elephant's back,
And jingled a tambourine,
While made rum ti tum went the big bass drum,
Round the  E1phant's neck twas seen.-

But the Grizz ly Bear in his striped suit,
Was the funniest thing in town,
He nodded, grinned, turned somersaults too,
For he was the circus clown .-

References:
The Grade Teacher June 1931
  

     





 

Thursday, April 30, 2026

THE MEADOWLARK - THE RECITATION WITH MUSIC

 


THE MEADOWLARK - THE RECITATION WITH MUSIC

by ANNE WAKELY JACKSON 

OF COURSE you know the Meadowlark; 
He wears a vest of yellow, 
A trim striped coat and jet black tie- 
He is a handsome fellow.

When Spring comes tripping down this way, 
He takes up his position 
Upon a roadside post and sings,
For he's a good musician.

And maybe he will sing like this:
Or maybe like this other:
And then, perhaps, across the road, 
You ll hear this from his brother:

And, if you listen carefully, 
Way off, you ll hear his cousin
For Meadowlarks 
Can sing songs by the dozen.

They also make whole meals of bugs, 
So we should all protect them. 
The farmer knows they are his friends! 
In March we may expect them.

Reference:
JOHN The Child's Magazine HELEN WALDO and JOHN MARTIN EDITORS 1929



       


Wednesday, April 29, 2026

MY OWN UNITED STATES

 MY OWN UNITED STATES - THE HYMN 


Revised Edition- New verses written at the suggestion of 
THE NATIONAL SONG SOCIETY 

Lyric by STANISLAUS STANGE 
Music by JULIAN EDWARDS

1.My native land, my country dear,
Where men are equal free;
For thee each morn new love is born, 
Sweet land of liberty.
With tears my eyes are filling fast,
Yes, tears that joy awaits, 
With love I... cry :
"For you I'd die,
 My own United States !"

Refrain

I I love ev'ry inch of her prairie, 
Each stone on her mountain's side; 
I love ev'ry drop of the water clear,
That flows in her rivers wide. 
I love e' ry tree, ev'ry blade of grass 
With in Columbia's gates!
The Queen of the earth is the land of my birth.
My own United States. 

2. From golden youth to country silver'd age,
Tho' feeble feet may lag,
With joy each heart bids age depart,   
When gazing on our flag. 
The flag that ever filling leads the van,
Whose cour age naught a bates,
The flag of youth, the you flag of truth!
My own United States!

References:
NORMAL INSTRUCTOR AND PRIMARY PLANS  May 1919


A SONG OF AMERICA

 


A SONG OF AMERICA 

By A LYNN HAROLD HOUGH  and CARRIE BULLARD 

1. America, my heart's land, 
My singing is for thee;
America, the homeland
Of raptrous liberty; 
America the glad land,
Scattering joy and song; 
America the strong land, 
Fierce battler against wrong! 

2. America, the broad land,
From East to Western sea;
America,  the highland,
Of white peaked mystery;
America, the man's land,
Strong limbed and full of pow'r;  
America, the woman's land,
Fair blooming like a flow'r! 

3.America,  the children's land,
 With mirth and merry plays;
America the old folks land,
With golden sunset days; 
America, my heart's land, 
My singing is for thee;
America, the homeland 
Of raptrous liberty! 

References:
NORMAL and PRIMARY PLANS INSTRUCTOR May 1919
 
    

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

 AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL 


Words by KATHARINE LEE BATES 
Music by WILL C MACFARLANE 
Municipal Organist Portland Maine 

1. 1 O beautiful for spacious skies.
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
A bove the fruited plain.
America! America! 
God shed His grace on thee, 
And crown thy good with brotherhood, 
From sea to shining sea!

2.  O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassion'd stress 
 A thoroughfare for freedom beat
 A cross the wilderness!
America! America! 
God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Con firm thy soul in self control, 
Thy sea liberty in law!   

3.O beautiful for heroes proved,
 In liberating strife, 
Who more than self their country loved.
And mercy more than life!
America! America! 
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine! 

4.O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years 
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimm'd by human tears!
America! America! 
God shed His grace on thee, 
And crown thy good with brotherhood, 
From sea to shining sea!

Refrain
America! America! God shed His grace on thee! 



 

Friday, April 24, 2026

The Merry Month of May

 The Merry Month of May Song 


Lyric and melody by ADA KYLE LYNCH 
Accompaniment by CLARA GRINDELL

1. Oh I am the merry month of May...
I've just come, 
But I've come to stay,
For thirty one joyous happy days;
I'm the merry merry month of May. 

2. I bring daisy chains and sunshine bright,
 And wild flow'rs gay
For your delight,
With blossoms sweet that scent the air,
And vines for crowns to deck your hair.   

3. I bring laughing streams that run away.
"You can't catch me,"
Their ripples say.
As they hide and dash the rocks vith spray.
Oh tis joy to live in the month of May.      

References:
NORMAL INSTRUCTOR AND PRIMARY PLANS May 1929     

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Down the Drops Came

 Down the Drops Came 


by CHAS E. BOYD 

Down the drops came, tınkle, tinkle,
With a sudden dash and sprinkle,   
Tho' as blue as perwinkle was the sky.

"Some mysterious hocus-pocus 
Knocked above us and awoke us," 
Cries a little yellow crocus, 
With a sigh.

There's a roaring, there's a clatter 
There's a smoky dash and spatter 
Of the dust, as comes the patter 
Of the drops.

Such a drencher, such a pelter 
Is it; yet, when, helter-skelter 
Everything has found, a shelter, 
Then it stops.