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When school days are past
with their pleasures and joys,
And we're scattered on life's
many ways,
May we never forget as our
course we pursue,
The scenes of our glad boyhood
days;
And by mem'ry's sweet aid may
we live o'er again
The hours that are now speeding
past,
During which we will strive,
with might and with main,
To be honest and true to the
last.
Our school! Our school!
May its walls ring again,
Raise your voices, boys,
hearty and clear;
Let us try to be men even
while we are boys
Of the school we will ever
hold dear.
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May masters and scholars
together be bound
With trusty regard as a tie,
Working all for the best with
our duty as guide,
Not halting nor ceasing to
try;
For 'tis only by striving in
mutual goodwill,
Our objects can best be attained,
And if boys trust their masters,
and masters their boys
Half the battle of school life
is gained.
Our school! Our school!
May its walls ring again,
Raise your voices, boys,
hearty and clear;
Let us try to be men even
while we are boys
Of the school we will ever
hold dear.
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We know not what
fortune for us has in store,
But no matter whate'er
it may be,
We'll go Onward
and Upward upon our life's way,
Ever striving from
wrong to be free;
And if e'er a companion,
by trouble o'ercome,
Should falter upon
his rough road,
May a friend of his
boyhood be ready at hand
Glad and willing to
lighten his load.
Our school! Our
school! May its walls ring again,
Raise your voices,
boys, hearty and clear;
Let us try to be
men even while we are boys
Of the school we
will ever hold dear.
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