Song Time

This is going to be out of synch because I will write the post later about what I was up to last night (although the label will give a clue). Suffice it to say at the moment it was to do with my old school. And we sang the school song. What fun. I am sure I only sang this once while I was at school but it made me smile last night. The song is written by Henry Newbolt, and it is the epitomy of what you could expect a school song to be. The words are below, please read. I have to admit to a disappointment though. A line of the chorus has the words "jolly days", I was rather frowned on for singing the word "jolly" in the same way as certain Greenbelters (yes, you know who you are, and I admit I am one) sing the word "frolic" from Puff the Magic Dragon.

It's good to see the School we knew,
The land of youth and dream,
To greet again the rule we knew
Before we took the stream:
Though long we've missed the sight of her,
Out hearts may not forget;
We've lost the old delight of her,
We keep her honour yet.

Chorus:
We'll honour yet the School we knew,
The best School of all:
We'll honour yet the rule we knew,
Till the last bell call.
For, working days or holidays,
And glad or melancholy days,
They were great days and jolly days
At the best School of all.

The stars and sounding vanities
That half the crowd bewitch,
What are they but inanities
To him that treads the pitch?
And where's the wealth, I'm wondering,
Could buy the cheers that roll
When the last charge goes thundering
Towards the twilight goal?

The men that tanned the hide of us,
Our daily foes and friends,
They shall not lose their pride of us,
Howe'er the journey ends.
Their voice, to us who sing of it,
No more its message bears,
But the round world shall ring of it
And all we are be theirs.

To speak of Fame a venture is,
There's little here can bide,
But we may face the centuries,
And dare the deepening tide:
For though the dust that's part of us,
To dust again be gone,
Yet here shall beat the heart of us -
The School we handed on!

We'll honour yet the School we knew,
The best School of all:
We'll honour yet the rule we knew,
Till the last bell call.
For, working days or holidays,
And glad or melancholy days,
They were great days and jolly days
At the best School of all