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  • School Song

    We come, and go; but the BHS remains
    Untouched by ages blight
    In love and dignity she reigns,
    Above our day and night,
    Beneath her sway, the darkness flies.
    And faith is born of fears
    Oh! She is throned in memories
    And beautified by years
    Chorus
    Come, let us honour her, Sons of today
    Sons who return again, Sons growing grey
    One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray
    “Floreat, Alma Mater, Alma Mater!”
    With each new moment’s tiny stir,
    The sun doth rise and sink.
    O’er men, whose hearts are bound to her.
    By many a loving link,
    They live and labour, near and far;
    Alone, and in the throng
    But where so-e’er these brothers are
    They have one prayer and song.
    Chorus
    Come, let us honour her, Sons of today
    Sons who return again, Sons growing grey
    One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray
    “Floreat Alma Mater, Alma Mater!”
    Oh, who can count all that we owe
    To this great School of ours?
    The noble deed whose work survives,
    Reminds us of her powers,
    With praise for all who strive in truth
    And pride in all who rest,
    We worship her, who kissed their youth,
    And made their manhood blest.
    Chorus
    Come, let us honour her, Sons of today
    Sons who return again, Sons growing grey
    One song for all to sing, one prayer to pray
    “Floreat, Alma Mater, Alma Mater!”