In the schoolroom here we sit,
  Hour by hour, and day by day;
Can you tell me, schoolmates, why we hither come?
  Why not glad, and free and gay,
  Spend the time in sport and play,
On the street, or in each happy, happy home?

Chorus—Come, O come, and we will tell you;
  Here’s where scholars do their best:
  If you only do the same,
  You’ll be very glad you came,
  And O, by and by we'll have our fun and
   rest.

  In the schoolroom here you come,
  Teachers, as the weeks go by,
Would you never like to stay at home awhile?
  As the sunny seasons fly,
  For their pleasure do you sigh?
How can we, your loving scholars, make you smile!

  In the schoolroom now we see
  Friendly faces, strange and new,
We will sing you welcome, kindly, one and all.
  We will gladly show to you,
  Everything that we can do,
As we sound once more our cheery, happy call.—Cho.