Haileybury

We study the languages Ancient and Mod,
And for fame mathematical patiently plod;
Our thirst scientific is hard to assuage,
Of the handbook of knowledge we turn every page.

Then swell the loud chorus and lustily sing
So rattle the rafters, and make the roof ring;
For who are we, Whence are we, What are we?
Why!
H-A-I-L-E-Y-B-U-R-Y!

But now for a season our studies are o’er,
And closed are our volumes of mystical lore;
“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”
Is a motto we cherish with infinite joy.

For King and Country we’ve loyally stood,
We are proud of our kinship as Sons of the Blood;
Our name, full of honour, from over the sea,
In ‘Altera Terra’ renowned may it be!

If football, or cricket, or tennis you name,
We answer your challenge by ‘playing the game’,
In winning or losing no effort we lack,
We strive to advance the ‘Magenta and Black’.

So here’s to our school and her making of men,
Let us echo her praises again and again;
And here’s to our Head and our teachers as well,
May our lives of their work to posterity tell.