Full Lyrics
The workshops open wide their doors
At six o’clock, P. M.,
And workmen issue forth by scores
At six o’clock, P. M.
Of all the minutes in array,
Or hours that go to make the day,
There’s none so welcome, so they say,
As six o’clock, P. M.
’Tis six o’clock,
’Tis six o’clock, P. M.
Ring out, ye bells, glad whistles blow,
’Tis six o’clock, P. M.
How many children show delight
At six o’clock, P. M.
How many homes are rendered bright
At six o’clock, P. M.
How many little happy feet
Go out into the busy street,
With joyous bounds papa to meet,
At six o’clock, P. M.
Thousand of tables draped in white
At six o’clock, P. M.
The gathered families invite
At six o’clock, P. M.
And as they eat their frugal fare,
They quite forget their toil and care,
And drop their heavy burdens there,
At six o’clock, P. M.
Then blow, ye shrieking whistles, blow!
At six o’clock, P. M.
And let the weary toilers go,
At six o’clock, P. M.
Ring out, releasing bells, ring out!
And bid the welkin take the shout,
And echo it all round about,
“’Tis six o’clock, P. M.”
