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Words by:

W Chubb Meredith


We sing of a home of old renown                                                                                  
With its front to the southern seas,
Whose halls are peopled with cap and gown
And filled with the sea-born breeze;
Where often one hears the ringing cheers
Of half a thousand boys:
And the eyes are bright and the hearts are light
With boyhood's laughter and joys.

Chorus
For the south-east gales will blow
O'er the waves that smile below
And our flag shall answer to the breeze
So hurrah! with a will, for the School that crowns the hill,
With its front to the southern seas
With its front to the southern seas

'Tis the School that arose in long-past days,
(With its front to the southern seas).
'Tis the town that remembers a lady's praise
On a hill of steep degrees.
And the loyal Old Greys, through sunny days
Have laboured beneath the Tower,
For wisdom and wealth, and their soul's good health
And the glory of learning's power.


Chorus

For the south-east gales will blow
O'er the waves that smile below
And our flag shall answer to the breeze
So hurrah! with a will, for the School that crowns the hill,
With its front to the southern seas
With its front to the southern seas

So the old School stands in its ancient fame
(With its front to the southern seas),
And the new Grey comes with an old Grey name
And falters, "If you please,
My father was here in a bygone year,
And he loves the tale to tell."
And the guard is proud and his voice is loud,
"You are here! Pass, friend; all's well!"


Composer:

R Ascham
1864-1934

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