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

   

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

  

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

  

     

 

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! 

 

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     

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.