Hurrah for the school-boy's happy lot, The school-girl's sunny hours, And the holidays that fill with praise This happy land of ours; Hurrah for the old year rolling out, The new year rolling in, For tasks well done and a race well run, And sports we now begin; Hurrah for the winter's frosty days, And stormy winds that blow In echoes loud from the driving cloud, That sheds the Christmas snow; Hurrah, once more for the school-boy's lot, The school-girl's sunny hours, And the holidays that fill with praise This happy land of ours.