Aon Focal Eile

When I was just a little lad I used to go to school I'd sit down there in the seat, feeling like a fool The teacher toult us everything, everything we know She had a great big lump of a stick that was bent into a bow She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, Two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, Two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all She toult us how to say all our A.B.C.s She showed us how to make little men out a plasticine She taught us how to say our prayers, she toult us right from wrong The only thing about it, we didn't go to school too long She taught about the history, the Battle of the Boyne And how to play a game with a chestnut on a twine She says "Open up your catechism, learn of that information If you don't get it in, To your big thick head, you won't get your conformation Well, the days we spent going to School, were the best years of our life Tho' at the time we thought they were full of trouble and strife Now when I'm home on holiday I pass the old school gate I think a the time I spent in there, them times the surely were great She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile, And I not knowing no focal at all She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all Feiceann me,,, Feiceann tu,,, Thats The Truth says I ta you She'd go "Aon focal, da focal, two focal eile And I not knowing no focal at all And we not knowing no focal at all