Come away girls, to labor,
Brightly glows the young day;
Come away, every young neighbor,
To the school-room away.

The clear echo ringing,
Is heard on the lawn,
While the school-girl is singing
Her joys in the morn.

In the bright glancing school-room,
From tree and from stream,
O'er each rose-tinted cheek-bloom,
How plays the Sun's beam.
Come away, &c.

Come, each happy young maiden,
Your lesson prepare,
With heads freely laden
With Learning's sweet fare.
Come away, &c

Then the blithe ones come bounding,
Aroused by the call,
And their voices resounding
Good lessons from all.
Come away, &c.

Hark! the scholars now wending,
The street-side along,
Are cheerily blending
Their shouts and their song.
Come away, &c.