[Verse]
Oh, the little hedge school stood on the roadside,
It was build of old Ireland's mud,
There in the four walls the master and guide,
Brought knowledge to minds in them bud.

Oh, the open wide door, looked out on the brook,
Delightfully clear and so cool,
Where each gos soon would peep from over his book,
As he sat in the little hedge school.

[Chorus]
Oh, the poorest of poor all entered the door,
To be taught by the master O'Toole,
With the a, bs and cs and their one, twos and threes,
They learned in the little hedge school.

[Verse]
When winter came round, each lad brought his share,
Of turf for the welcoming blaze,
The master would say, "Oh, give us more air,
Now ventilate, boys, if you please."

Of windows were holes, stuffed up with a quilt,
To reach them you'd climb the high stool,
Where the wind it would sing and then whistle a lit,
As it blew through the little hedge school.

[Chorus]
Oh, the poorest of poor all entered the door,
To be taught by the master O'Toole,
With the a, bs and cs and their one, twos and threes,
They learned in the little hedge school.

[Verse]
The birdies would build their nest for to hatch,
The bright feathered songsters so gay,
There in the old roof, twas made out of thatch,
We'd music, the boys, all the day.

In summer sunshine, then out on the green,
Where breezes were gentle and cool,
Each gos and colleen together were seen,
On their way to the little hedge school.

[Chorus]
Oh, the poorest of poor all entered the door,
To be taught by the master O'Toole,
With the a, bs and cs and their one, twos and threes,
They learned in the little hedge school.

[Verse]
Oh, the little hedge school stood on the roadside,
It was build of old Ireland's mud,
There in the four walls the master and guide,
Brought knowledge to minds in them bud.

Oh, the open wide door, looked out on the brook,
Delightfully clear and so cool,
Where each gos soon would peep from over his book,
As he sat in the little hedge school.

[Chorus]
Oh, the poorest of poor all entered the door,
To be taught by the master O'Toole,
With the a, bs and cs and their one, twos and threes,
They learned in the little hedge school.

[Chorus]
Oh, the poorest of poor all entered the door,
To be taught by the master O'Toole,
With the a, bs and cs and their one, twos and threes,
They learned in the little hedge school.