Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin
A. H. Wallace
March 22, 1950
The School Master
Wallace..This is a recitation I use to give at school when I was a boy that
I'll try to give you now.
A district school not far away
Ned Buckshire's hills one winter's day,
Was roaring with a lot of noise
Of three score mingled girls and boys.
Some few upon their task were tent,
But, others for some mischief bent,
And while the master's downward look
Was fastened on a copy book.
When suddenly behind his back
rose sharp and clear a rousing smack.
Ask where in matters of bliss,
Not often one tremendous kiss.
What's that? , the startled master cried,
That there, a little shrimp replied,
Twas William Womman(?), if you please,
I saw him kiss Susanna Pease.
A frown to make a statue thrill,
The master thundered, Hither, Will,
Like wretch o'ertaken in his track,
Has stolen chatters(?) on his back. -
Will hung his head with fear and shame,
And to the awful presence came,
A great, green, bashful simpleton,
The butt of all **
**The tape ends here.
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