Soft o'er the fountain,
Ling'ring falls the southern moon;
Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eyes' splendour,
Where the warm-light loves to dwell.- Weary looks, yet tender,
Speak their fond farewell.
Ch.: Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part:
Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.
When in thy dreaming
Moons like these shall shine again, And daylight beaming,
Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not, relenting,
For thine absent lover sigh?
In thy heart consenting To
a
prayer gone by?Rolling Down to Rio.
I've never sailed the Amazon, I've never reached Brazil,
But the "Don" and the "Magdalena,"
They can go there when they will.
Ah,
Yes, weekly from Southampton, Great steamers, white and gold, Go rolling down to Rio, Roll down, roll down to Rio, And I'd like to roll to Rio Some day before I'm old:
To roll
1'd like to roll to Rio some day before Tm old
r rye never seen a jaguar, Nor yet an armadillo Dillowing in his armour, And I s'pose I never wilL Oh.
Unless I go to Rio These wonders to behold, Go rolling down to Rio, Roll down, roll down to Rio, And Td like to roll to Rio Some day before Tm old!
To roll
Td like to roll to Rio some day before Tm old.
Kipling.
Trade Winds.
In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees, And day long, night long, the cool and pleasant breeze- Of the steady trade winds blowing.
There Is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale, The shuffle of the dancers, and the old salt's tale;
The squeaking addle and the soughing in the sail, Of the steady trade winds blowing.
And o' nights there's the fire flies and the yellow moon.
And in the ghostly palm trees the sleepy tune Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon Of the steady trade winds blowing.
--Nasefleld..
Cargoes.
Quinquireme of Nineveh, from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory and apes and peacocks.
Sandalwood, cedar wood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon, coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the tropics by the palm green shores,.
With a cargo of diamonds, emeralds, amethysts, Topazes and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster, with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, road rails, pig lead!
Firewood, ironware, and cheap tin trays!
Masefield
Laugh and Be Merry.
Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song,
Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong:
Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span.
Laugh, and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man.
Laugh and he merry, remember, in olden time
God made heaven and earth for the joy He took in a rhyme,
Made them and filled them full with the strong red wine of His mirth,
The splendid joy of the stars, the joy of the earth.
So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky,
Join in the jubilant song of the great stars sweeping by;
Laugh and battle and work and drink of the wine outpoured, In the dear green earth the sign of the joy of the Lord.
Laugh and be merry together, like brothers akin, Guesting awhile in the rooms of a beautiful inn;
Glad till the dancing stops and the lilt of the music ends.
Laugh till the game is played and be you merry, my friend.
—John Masefield.
Waltzing Matilda.
Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his "billy" boiled.
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong.
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee, And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
Up rode a squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred, Down came the troopers, one, two, three,
"Whose that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong,
"You'll never catch me alive." said he:
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong-
"You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me."
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Good Night, Ladies.
Good-night, ladies. Good-night, ladies,
Good-night, ladies, were going to leave you now.
Merrily we roll along, etc.
Farewell, ladies. Farewell. ladles.
Farewell, ladies, we're going to leave you now.
Sweet dreams, ladies. Sweet dreams, ladies, Sweet dreams, ladies, we're going to leave you now..
Silent Night, Holy Night.
Silent night, holy night, All is cairn, all is bright,
Round you. Virgin Mother and Child.
Holy Infant so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night, Shepherds quake at the sight, Glories stream from heaven afar, Heav'nly hosts sing "Alleluia!
"Christ, the Saviour, is born!"
Silent night, holy night, Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus. Lord, at Thy birth!
—Franz Gruber.
The First Noel.
(Traditional.) The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep On a cold Winter's night that was so deep.
Ch.: Noel, Noel. Noel, Noel, Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star Shining In the East beyond them far, And to the earth it gave great light, And so it continued both day and night
Land of Hope and Glory.
Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned, God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned, Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained, Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained, Thine Empire shall be strong.
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set:
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier ye,t- Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As ocean large and wide;
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride;
Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent, Still nerves a hero son.
For England.
'The bugles of England were blowing o'er the sea.
As they had called a thousand years—calling now to me, They woke me from my dreaming in the dawning of the
day,
The bugles of England—and bow could I stay?
The banners of England, unfurled across the sea, Floating out upon the wind, were beckoning to me, Storm-rent and battle-torn, smoke-stained and grey, The banners of England—and how could I stay?
-0 England! I hear the cry of those that died for thee, Sounding like an organ voice across the winter sea;
They lived and died for England, and gladly went their way, England! O England! How could I stay?
—J. D. Berne.
Australia, O Thou Favoured Isle.
Hail to our land of kindly sun:
Rare jewel of a southern sea;
By bloodless conquest justly won.
By distant battle rendered free.
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Australia! Oh, thou favoured isle.
Australia! Mother of the brave:
Beneath the blue of Heaven's smile.
Thy starry flag o'er free men wave.
Chorus:
O, Thou who hast eternally The fate of nations in Thy hand, Oh, guard our country of the free!
Lord God, give peace unto our land.
Bold were our sires who o'er the sea Fared forth to win the virgin soil:
Great venturers who dauntlessly In Empire's vanguard dared to toil.
Australia! staunch in days of yore, When strong men's hands won on to fame!
Australia! crowned by Anzac's shore, When seed of strong men sealed thy name!
Grant we may glean through peaceful years Such honour as our aires have won, And, worthy sons of pioneers, Win harvest of a task well done.
Australia! Be it rolling drums, Or peaceful ways in sunlit lands, May e'er the voices of our sons So laud the labour of our hands.
O God, Our Help.
O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.
Under the shadow of Thy throne, Still may we dwell secure, Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure.
A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone,
Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Recessional.
God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle-line- Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies—
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called our navies melt away—
On dune and headland sinks the fire- Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—
Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law—
Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard—
For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!
The School at War.
We don't forget—while in this dark December We sit in schoolrooms that you know so well, And hear the sounds that you so well remember—.
The clock, the hurrying feet, the chapel bell;
Others are sitting in the seats you sat in;
There's nothing else seems altered here—and yet.
Through all of it, the same old Greek and Latin.
You know we don't forget.
We don't forget you—in the wintry weather You man the trench, or tramp the frozen snow;
We play the games we used to play together, In days of peace that seem so long ago;
But through it all, the shouting and the cheering.
Those other hosts in graver conflict met,
Those other sadder sounds your ears are hearinr- Be sure we don't forget.
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And you, our brothers, who for all our praying, To this dear school of ours come back no more, Who lie, our country's debt of honour paying—
And not in vain—upon the foreign shore:
Till that great day, when at the Throne in Heaven.
The books are opened, and the Judgment set.
Your lives for honour and for England given.
The School will not forget.
Adieu!
Adieu, adieu, old Coll., adieu, adieu, And if I never more see you, see you, Although the time has come for us to part.
You've still a corner in my heart, my heart.
No more of prac. weeks now for me, for me, To-morrow night I shall be free, be free;
And yet I think, I'd risk a lot of pain To be a Junior once again, again.
No more of evening prep. for me, for me;
To-morrow I shall stew no more, you see;
And yet, somehow, I don't feel very glad.
In fact. I'm feeling rather sad, absurdly sad.
Adieu, adieu, old Coll., adieu, adieu, And if I never more see you, see you, Although the time has come for us to part, You've still a corner in my heart, my heart.
God Save the King.
God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King!
Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the King!
Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour;
Long may he reign!
May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice.
God save the King!
—C.A.A
LEADER: Warma; (College) Warmes!
ALL: Warme!
LEADER: Yellaloo! Yellaloo!
ALL: Yellaloo, Barparipna, Kulkawarra, Boondara, Weeriman, Relingarra, Imshee Allah,
e e e, E E E, E! E! E!
Bulla! Bulla! BULLA!