“Oh no, sir; for once in the year a whole day
We school-children spend in the country at play.
ONE DAY OUT.
“Sad little town children no longer we seem
As we frolic about in the meadows so green,
And gather pink daisies or buttercups sweet,
Then with loud heartfelt hymns close the joys of ‘our treat.’
“Glad little town children, our voices we raise;
For this one day of pleasure our Father we praise;