With “Then ring, then ring, ye light fairy bells;
Let sweet happy voices chime with the dances,
When the midnight army advances”
As this one did, “forth from the shady dells.”
And when those sounds died on the night air cool,
Just past was that last Old Time Spelling School.
Some of those people are now ag’d and gray;
Their scions’ children have in schools their place.
Some of those folks have long since moved away;
And people have forgotten their kind face.