Theo Jones
Sean Cooney

At Thringstone School late in the spring
100 tongues did sweetly sing
And loud amongst their licit tones
Sang the young headmaster Theo Jones

But when the summer came along
The drums of war drowned out their song
And Theo Jones made up his mind
To leave young Thringstone school behind

With autumn leaves he marched away
To Hartlepool he made his way
Bearing the gift his pupils gave
A book of prayer to keep him safe

The winter wind sang like a ghoul
A box arrived at Thringstone School
Bearing the book that caused great moans
Stained with the blood of Theo Jones

But winter will return to spring
100 tongues once more will sing
100 lambs will skip and play
100 years will slip away