SONGS.
'This collection includes the songs commonly used at College Assemblies, Reunion, Interstate, and other func- tions. Students will find many of them very suitable for use later in schools.
The College Anthem.
Hail to our College!—with hearts brave and hopeful.
Strong for life's battles we leave its old walls;
Eager where light hands of pleasure are beck'ning, but ever responsive when stern duty calls.
Ch.: Non omnis mortar, non omnis mortar!
An is not mortal; let us be gay—
That which Is best in us—great thoughts, Deeds glorious—ne'er will decay.
Here's to our comrades, in fast fleeting moments.
We've worked with and played with in hours grave and gay:
The links slight though seeming, they ne'er will be broken;
We'll sing to our meeting yet many a day.
Here's to our work!—with purpose unshaken, Noble ideals and first youthful zest,
Far years shall find us, and our triumphs prove That noblest is highest and truest is best.
Hail to our fallen, their spirits triumphant, Faithful to duty, not fearing to die:
They give to our College a glory unfading, A new note of triumph resounds in our cry
—A. Siede A Teachers' Hymn.
"Let There Be Light."
Oh, ye teachers! from the future comes a message For your ears:
It is fraught with supplication and with presage, Hopes and fears:
Is your service consecrated?
Will man's life be elevated
Nearer heaven by your labours in the coming of the years/
Have you seen the dawn that's waking o'er the mountains Far away?
Seen the flood of radiance breaking from God's fountains, Ray on ray?
Have you seen the darkness dying?
Have you seen the shadows flying?
Has the vision burst upon you of a greater, brighter days Yes, oh, yes, we've seen the flaming at the gateway
Of the morn;
And our spirits in the future light are straightway Newly born;
With our faces lifted sunward, With our cry of "Onward, onward!"
We are marching, praying, working for humanity's new dawn.
We will fling the gifts, unstinted, of the knowledge We have gained,
Till the dream of one vast world-embracing College Is attained,
Where the server is the•better, And the giver is the getter,
And where man shall walk with God once more in Paradis.
Regained. —R.
Lawson.The College With the Griffin.
(Air: "Ho-ro, My Nut-Brown Maiden."'
"The College with the Griffin!"
The toast to which we rise, Let loud-resounding chorus
Swell upward to the skies.
Ch.: "Hurrah!" we shout, proclaiming Its fame to endless time:
The student bands are singing For days of auld lang sync.
'Tis here for life we're forming Those ties of friendship dear, Which, though so lightly binding
Endure for many a year.
Ch.: "Hurrah!" we shout ....
We oft, in hopeful musing, The misty future view:
May blossom of our springtim«
Bear fruit to promise true.
Ch.: "Hurrah!" we shout ... .
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And as through life we Journey, To memory's stream we turn;
For careless days so happy Our hearts will often yearn.
.7h.: •Hurrah!" we shout ... .
—R. G. Bienvenu.
The Green and Gold.
(Air: "Vicar of Bray.") the other night, when fast asleep,
I saw
a
wondrous vision, Our captain on a griffin's back,A startling apparition!
He laid his hand upon my brow, My poor heart sadly fluttered,
And spoke some words—I hear them now—
And this is what he uttered:
Ch.: "The team will win, that I declare, Our course they cannot stop, Sir;
Come wet, come fine, come foul or fair, The Green and Gold's atop, Sir."
I rose and shook his trusty hand, My former fears were banished, He smiled, and kicked the griffin's ribs.
And so the vision vanished.
But still, as seasons wax and wane, No matter whom we're playing, However grim or dark the game,
We'll hear our captain saying:
—A. Ellis.
Laughing Song.
Here's to the good old College, where we train, What, again?
Here's to the good old College, may its fame Never wane.
Here's to the good old College, Where loads and loads of knowledge Are cramm'd into the hollows of our brain.
So be gay, night and day, While you may; for they say We'll be exies so very, very soon.
(Laugh.)
Here's to the good old Griffin, he's a bird, What a bird!
Here's to the good old Griffin, he's a bird, How absurd!
Here's to the good old Griffin, The man is now a stiff 'un,
Who ever heard the Griffin say a word.
See him fly, through the sky, (So might I when I die), By the light of the silvery moon.
(Laugh.) Here's to the College ladies, say good-bye
With a sigh.
Here's to the College ladies—some are shy, Wonder why!
Here's to the College ladies, If they keep that sort in Hades, L won't care a button when I die.
Strolling home, all alone, (Quite alone? On your own?) By the light of the silvery moon.
(Laugh.) Here's to the College men whom we just
Can't forget,
Here's to the College men, they stand the test You may bet,
In days of sport and pleasure, They really are a treasure,
in fact they are the best we've ever met.
On the field, on the court, At their work, at their sport—
And t,y the light of the silvery moon.
(Laugh.) Here's to the good old yaffles in the barn,t
What a yarn!
Here's to the good old yaftles in the barn, What's the harm?
We know they've often yaffled, But what has got us baffled,
Is just what do they yaffle in the barn.
Now and then, in the shade, All the men serenade
By the light of the silvery moon.
(Laugh.) t This was the Women's Dormitory demolished in 1941.
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Here's to the good old Exies of the Green And the Gold.
Here's to all the Trainees gathered back To the fold;
From Gippsland to the Mallee, From hillside, plain and valley,
They've rallied round to waken mem'ries old.
See them come, worries none, Looking glum ? No not one, By the light of the silvery moon.
(Laugh.)
Toujours! Toujours!
We're from the Sunny South,
The Teachers' Coll.'s our home, Sir;
A finer place you'll never face, No matter where you roam, Sir.
Chorus:
Toujours, toujours, pour Bacchus et les amours.
Yap, yap, yap, tra-la-la-la-la, Yap. yap, yap, tra-la-la-la-la, Yap, yap, yap, tra-la-la-la-la, Pour Bacchus et les amours.
Our Principal aspires
To work us more and more. Sir.
He'll plan and plot to make us swot, His name is A. J. Law. Sir.
A band of Primes are we.
Renowned throughout the land, Sir;
We're torn to bits in all our "crits"- But talking shop is banned, Sir.
The Griffin sits aloft,
And watches all the night. Sir:
On garden seats, in dark retreats, Sees many a funny sight, Sir.
And now. God bless our Coll., And give the Premier prudence To pay the noblest hand on earth—
The Teachers' College students.
We Want Everybody Happy.
When your head is a-busting, And exams. you think a bore,
Do your best to be happy, happy. happy, For you'll soon be having plenty more.
Ch.: We want everybody happy.
We want everybody glad;
We want everybody happy, happy, happy.
And we don't want anybody sad.
When the breakfast bell is ringing, And you have not done your hair;
Ask the Primes to sing out, "Hang back!"
And go slow till you get there.
When at football you are playing, And you have yet to score,
Don't mind the foe, but kick it, kick it harder, And mix things up a bit once more.
"Vive la Compagnie."
Let every good fellow now fill up his glass, Vive la Compagnie.
And drink to the health of his glorious class,.
Vive la Compagnie.
Ch.: Vive la, Vive la, Vive l'amour:
Vive la, Vive la, Vive l'amour!
Vive la reine! Vive le roi!
Vive la Compagnie.
Here's to our Principal, give him a cheer, Vive la Compagnie,
To show him we're glad to have him right here, Vive la Compagnie,
Here's to our Lecturers—they're a good lot, Vive la Compagnie,
There's some of them good and some of them—whatt Vive la Compagnie,
Here's to our Exies, set up in a row, Vive la Compagnie,
For students to look at—it's not a bad show, Vive la Compagnie,
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Here's to ourselves, we're the best of the crowd,.
Vive la Compagnie,
Too modest to sing our own praises aloud Vive la Compagnie.
Fellowship.
Here's to comrades in all kinds of weather, Loyal to all—that holds us together;
Walking with wind and rain, down city street or lane,.
Hearts lifting lightly to greet the fresh sky.
Here's to hearth-stone and all that we cherish, Tender mem'ry that never will perish; • Home and friendly fire, dreams and heart's desire, Holding us ever to thoughts of the past.
Here's to tunes that brighten our singing, Weaving patterns of melody ringing;
May our voices blend thoughts of each faithful friend, Near or apart but never forgot.
—Eleanor Alletta Chaffee (German Folk Song).
A Student's Life.
(To the tune of the Policeman's Song.) When a student's not engaged in his employment.
Or frustrating his Professor's little plans, His capacity for innocent enjoyment
Is just as great as any other man's.
Our feelings we with difficulty smother, When we think of all the essays to be done.
Ah! Take one consideration with another, A student's life is not a happy one—
When we think of all the essays to be done.
A student's life is not a happy one.
When the enterprising prim'ries aren't a-working.
When the LT.C.'s have put their scraps away.
There is always someone in the background lurking,.
With work to do upon another day.
Tho' he's separated from his home and mother, Aad basking in the Departmental Sun, Litl14 take one consideration with another,
A student's life is not a happy one—
And basking in the Departmental Sun, A student's life is not a happy one.
Reunion Song.
(Tune: "The Mighty Norseman.") Once more within these walls we meet
The friends of bygone years;
With smile and sigh each other greet.
With laughter and with tears.
Old memories crowd upon us now, As face to face we stand,
With friendly thoughts, with hearts aglow, With loving clasp of hand.
Ch.: Then sing the old familiar toast;
To comrades brave and true, To students that we loved the most—
To dear old friends we knew.
From North and South, from East and West, From town and bush we come:
Each in these halls a welcome guest.
For here was once our home.
Here, in the days now gone for aye, We learned to walk in wisdom's way.
We learned to walk in wisdom's way.
And tread the paths of truth.
For one glad day we meet again, As in the days of yore;
Our sweet reunion fraught with Pain For those that are no more.
Now for the sake of College fine, And for our Doctor dear.
And for the days of auld lang syne We'll give a hearty cheer.
—A. G. Waterworth Gaudeamus.
Gaudeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus:
Post jocundam juventutem Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit humus.
JJ
tip' aunt, qui ante nos In mundo fuere?
Vadite ad superos Transite ad inferos Cbi jam? Fuere.
Vita nostra brevis est.
Brevi finietur:
Venit mors velociter, Rapit nos atrociter Nemini parcetur.
The Policeman's Song.
("The Pirates of Penzance.")
When a felon's not engag'd in his employment, (His employment?)
Or maturing his felonious little plans, (Little plana,) His capacity for innocent enjoyment (-Cent enjoyment,) Is just as great as any honest man's, (Honest man's,) Our feelings we with difficulty smother, (-Culty smother,) When constabulary duty's to be done, (To be done.) Ah take one consideration with another (With another) A policeman's lot is not a happy one. (Ah,)
When constabulary duty's to be done, to be done, The policeman's lot is not a happy one, happy one.
When the enterprising burglar's not a-burgling, (Not a-burgling,)
'When the cut-throat Isn't occupied in crime, (-Pied in crime,)
He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling (Brook a- gurgling,)
And listen to the merry village chime, (Village chime,) When the coster's finished jumping on his mother, (On
his mother,)
He loves to lie a-basking In the sun, (In the sun).
Ah take one consideration with another (With another) A policeman's lot is not a happy one. (Ah,)
When constabulary duty's to be done, to be done.
The policeman's lot is not a happy one, happy one.
Trio from "Iolan(he."
Lord Mountararat:
It you go in
You're sure to win—
Yours will be the charming maidie:
Be your law The ancient saw,
"Faint heart never won fair lady:"
Chorus:
Faint heart never won fair lady!
Every journey has an end—
When at the worst affairs will mend—
Dark the dawn when day is nigh—
Hustle your horse, and don't say die!
Lord Tolloller:
He who shies At such a prize Is not worth a maranedi.
Be so kind To bear in mind—
Faint heart never won fair lady!
Chorus:
Faint heart never won fair lady!
While the sun shines make your hay—
Where a will is, there's a way—
Beard the lion in his lair—
None but the brave deserve the fair!
Lord Chancellor:
I'll take heart And make a start—
Though I fear the prospect's shady—
Much I'd spend To gain my end—
Faint heart never won fair lady!
Chorus:
Faint heart never won fair lady!
Nothing venture, nothing win—
Blood is thick, but water's thin—
In for a penny, in for a pound—
It's love that makes the world go round!
"He Is an Englislunau."
("H.M.S. Pinafore.") Chorus:
He is an Englishman!
Solo or Unison:
He is an Englishman, For he himself has said it, And it's greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman!
Chorus:
That he is an Englishman!
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For he aught have been a Roosian.
A French, or Turk, or Proosian, Or perhaps. Italian!
Chorus:
Or perhaps, Italian!
Solo or Unison:
But in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, He remains an Englishman!
He remains an Englishman!
Chorus:
For in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, He remains an Englishman!
He remains an Englishman!
When the Forman Bares His Steel- ("The Pirates of Penzance.") When the foeman ba res his steel
Tarantara, tarantara!
We uncomfortable feel! Tarantara, And we find the wisest thing,
Tarantara, tarantara!
Is to slap our chests and sing Tarantara!
Tarantara, tarantara!
For when threaten'd with erneutes Tarantara, tarantara,
And your heart is in your boots, Tarantara!
There is nothing brings it round, Like the trumpet's martial sound, Like the trumpet's martial sound,
Tarantara, tarantara, tarantara, tarantara, Tarantara, tarantara, tarantara, tarantara, Tara ntara, tarantara, taran tara, tarantara, Tarantara, tarantara. tarantara.
It Was a Lover and His Lass, It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the Springtime, the only pretty ring time.
When birds do sing hey-ding-a-ding-ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folk would lie:
How that a life is but a flower:
And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
For love is crowned with the prime.
In Springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing hey-ding-a-ding-ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring.
Where the Bee Sucks.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk L In a cowslip bell I lie;