Words by H. BLACKBURN Music by H. GLEDHILL
The present School Song was a joint effort by 'Tich' Blackburn and Harry Gledhill and first saw light of day at the 1936 School Pageant. For many years, no formal School occasion was complete without a rousing rendition of this stirring composition
The present School Song was a joint effort by 'Tich' Blackburn and Harry Gledhill and first saw light of day at the 1936 School Pageant. For many years, no formal School occasion was complete without a rousing rendition of this stirring composition
Beloved school, to thee we raise
With joyful hearts our song of praise.
Whene’er our thoughts to thee are turned,
We’ll offer thanks for all we’ve learned.
Floreat Schola, floreat Schola,
floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
Here stood, as ancient records state,
A Chantry School at Saint Helen’s Gate.
For this our song of thanks we’ll sing;
In praises loud our voices ring:
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
A charter granted by King James
Restored the School with loftier aims.
To him our gratitude is due;
For him our praises will rcnew:
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
How much devoted care was given
By all who for thy sake have striven.
To them we raise our songs in praise,
For all they’ve done in far-off days.
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
O dearest School, beneath whose shade
Our childhood games we oft have played,
Though from thy care we must depart,
We yet will sing with joyful heart,
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
With joyful hearts our song of praise.
Whene’er our thoughts to thee are turned,
We’ll offer thanks for all we’ve learned.
Floreat Schola, floreat Schola,
floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
Here stood, as ancient records state,
A Chantry School at Saint Helen’s Gate.
For this our song of thanks we’ll sing;
In praises loud our voices ring:
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
A charter granted by King James
Restored the School with loftier aims.
To him our gratitude is due;
For him our praises will rcnew:
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
How much devoted care was given
By all who for thy sake have striven.
To them we raise our songs in praise,
For all they’ve done in far-off days.
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
O dearest School, beneath whose shade
Our childhood games we oft have played,
Though from thy care we must depart,
We yet will sing with joyful heart,
Floreat Schola, Almondburiensis!
| THE 'OLD' SCHOOL SONG Some Old Almondburians will remember with affection the previous School Song, the words of which were: Hark boys hark, the early bell is calling, Sweet and fresh, the morning air blows in. Rise at once, the laggard is the loser All the work is moulded by the way that you begin. Onward, upward that's the golden rule; Careful for the honour of the dear old school: Upward, onward ne'er let ardour cool Ever strive for glory of the dear old school. Press boys press, the goal is hard to come by - Dodge or wait, be ready for a run. Pace needs breath, and breath will come by training, Never take a beating 'til the day is fully won. Onward, upward . . . On boys on, when school is past and over Strive 'til death for God and for the right. Slow or quick, continue ever upwards, Truth and honour leading to the day of perfect light. Onward, upward . . . |
