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Gratiot Teachers' Song. (Air, "Wearing of the Green." Pat's Pick, page 24.) 4 Sharps.

We've come here, Gratiot teachers,* Our ferules laid away, To tell the progress we have made, And hear what others say; We hope to get the dust rubbed off, And some old ruts filled up, And quaff from learning's cup:|| If we are "hide-bound pedants, ' Let's loosen up the hide, Cast overboard our follies, And throw off all false pride, As now old friends you visit, The stranger don't forget! (:And make this time a pleasant one To all who here have met:|| And as we journey onward In our pedagogic ways, May all our toil be lightened By these happy, useful days, And on the last day of our school May we look back with joy, IJ:At having done our very best For every girl and boy:|| •By a little change, the rhythm maybe made to suit any county. as "We've come, Clare County Teachers," or Roscommon.
 * To feast our minds on teachers' lore,