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Burning of the School

Posted on January 24th, 2010 by superadmin

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule
Now we’re marching down to hang the principal
Our truth goes marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded 44
And the teacher don’t teach no more.

-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana:
Circa fourth or fifth grade, 1973 or 1974

2 Responses to "Burning of the School"

  1. I don’t remember if the first verse was exactly the same or not, but in the early 80s in Northern Virginia the ending we all knew was
    “Met her in the attic with a semi-automatic
    She ain’t my teacher no more.”

  2. Our version was similar, but not quite the same. It went:

    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
    We have tortured every teacher we have broken every rule,
    We have barbecued the principal, destroyed the PTA,
    Our school keeps burning on

    Glory Glory Hallelujah
    Our head teacher is peculiar
    I hid behind the door with my trusty .44
    Now she don’t teach no more

    Scottish Highlands, 1980s

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