When I was just a little lad I used to go to school
I'd sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool
The teacher toult us everything, everything we know
She had a great big lump of a stick that was bent into a bow
She'd go "Aon focal, da focal,
Two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all
She'd go "Aon focal, da focal,
Two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all
She toult us how to say all our A.B.C.s
She showed us how to make little men out a plasticine
She taught us how to say our prayers, she toult us right from wrong
The only thing about it, we didn't go to school too long
She taught about the history, the Battle of the Boyne
And how to play a game with a chestnut on a twine
She says "Open up your catechism, learn of that information
If you don't get it in,
To your big thick head, you won't get your conformation
Well, the days we spent going to
School, were the best years of our life
Tho' at the time we thought they were full of trouble and strife
Now when I'm home on holiday I pass the old school gate
I think a the time I spent in there, them times the surely were great
She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile,
And I not knowing no focal at all She'd go
"Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all
Feiceann me,,, Feiceann tu,,, Thats The Truth says I ta you
She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile
And I not knowing no focal at all
And we not knowing no focal at all