I. Over the hill the farm boys goes
His shadow lengthens along land,
A giant staff in a giant hand;
In the poplar tree above the spring,
The katydid begins to sing;
The early dows are falling, -
Into the stone- heap darts the mink;
The swallows skim the river brink;
And home to the woodland fly the crows,
When over the hill the farm-boy goes,
Cherrily calling,
"Co; boss! Co; boss! Co’! Co’! Co’!"
Farther, farther, over the hill
Faintly calling, calling still,
"Co; boss! Co;boss! Co’! Co’!"

II. Into the yard the farmer goes,
With grateful heart, at the close of day:
Harness and chain are hung away;
In the wagon-shed stand yoke and plough,
The straws in the stack the hay in the mow,
The cooling dews are falling;
The friendly sheep his welcome bleat,
The pigs come grunting at his feet,
And the whinnying mare her master knows,
When into the yard the farmer goes,
His cattle calling,
"Co; boss! Co;boss! Co’! Co’!"

III. Now to her task the milkmaid goes,
The cattle come crowding through the gate,
Lowing, pushing, little and great;
About the farm, by the farm-yard pump,
The foolsome yearlings frisk and jump,
While pleasant dews are falling;
The new milk heifer is quick and sky,
But the old cow waits with tranquil eye,
And the white stream into the bright pail flows,
When to her task the milkmaid goes,
Soothingly calling,
"So, Boss! So, boss! So! So! So!"
The cheerful milkmaid takes her stool,
And sits and milks in the twilight cool.
Saying "So, so Boss! So! So!"

IV. To supper at last the farmer goes.
The apples are pared, the paper read,
The stories are told, then all to bed.
Without the crickets ceaseless song
Makes shrills the silence all night long;
The heavy dews are falling.
The housewifes hand has turned the lock;
Drowsily ticks the kitchen clock;
The household sinks to deep repose,
But still in sleep the farm-boy goes
Singing, Calling,
"Co’; Boss! Co’; boss! Co’! Co’! Co’!"
And oft the milkmaid in her dreams,
Drums in the pail with the flashing streams,
Murmuring "So, boss! So!"

History

In Webster I had Miss Worthing first grade, Miss Henrich second grade teacher, Miss Mac Mullen third grade teacher and Miss Clark forth grade teacher. All the teachers in the school are:
I have only had the first four.

This was in the year of 1913 when I had these teachers and principal. I have not had all of those teachers. Here are the ones I haven’t had.
(grade fifth)
Miss brew
Miss Worthing
Miss Pierse
Miss Alin
Miss Miller
Miss Nass

These are the principals I’ve had:
Mr. Rayfield = good principal
Mr. Cone = good principal
Mr. Foster which we have now = good principal