The School Song
- Consule cunctis we readily grant it,
- Who will not hearten the song as we chant it,
- Some one thousand students assembled in Hall?
- Though the splendour of life shall illumine our faces,
- Whilst boyhood's a game that delights us, and graces,
- Our 'Play for the side with your face to the ball'.
- Consule cunctis in fair or rough weather,
- We'll play 'til the whistle, stand fast all together,
- We one thousand students assembled in Hall.
- Though the ground to our feet may ring flintily, dustily,
- Forget not the chorus but sing it right lustily,
- And 'Play for the side with your face to the ball'.
- Consule cunctis when schooldays are ending,
- There's none shall escape from the duties attending,
- All one thousand students assembled in Hall.
- Consule cunctis the world stands before us,
- And we'll yet make it join in our full-throated chorus,
- Of 'Play for the side with your face to the ball'
- Head Boy: School, selah, c'est a dire!
- School: Oui, Aye, aye, bon, bon, zen, zen, zen, Gravesend!
Many boys, erroneously, still sing the original School Song, which refers to "Fellows" as opposed to "Students".
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