School Song



Sons of this Royal School, rejoice;

Bless the day when each did hear

Our Fair Mother's gentle voice

Come and whisper to the ear

"The College is thine."


Not to all the palm of knowledge

Nor to the most the fame of glory;

But the youngest of the College

Can add this to his life's story

"The college is mine."


When we've left the halls of learning

And shall tread Life's sterner way,

Though we mourn our youth with yearning

Still we claim the right to say

"The College is mine."


If we've learnt what masters taught

Or to work or play or sing,

And have thence a vision caught,

This our school to God we bring,

"The College is Thine."