Through Shrewsbury streets should you chance to ride

You would see (if you look’d) not far from the side

Of a beautiful road which I would say

Leads to the city five miles away

A schoolhouse built on an elevation

Which looks as if Adam and his relations

Of every color, tribe and nation

Had resided there from their creation.

It goes by the title of Number One

And by Scholars is sometimes over run.

It is built of brick, is two stories high.

It was thought quite fine in the days gone by.

In the upper part which is call’d the hall

But which for its name is a great deal too small

Our school is kept in the Spring and the Fall

The mem’ries of which we love to recall.

Tis there we obtain an education

And study the laws of ventilation:

For the wind blows through and the windows clatter

Till our frames are chilled and our teeth chatter.

The hall is very much arch’d overhead

which years ago was the style it is said.

The desks are rang’d on both sides of the room.

A freak of the architect’s I presume.