School Song

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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 living 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 dead, whose work survives,

Reminds us of our 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!”

2012. Boys' High School & College, Allahabad
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