Newcastle Boys' High School - School Song

School Song

Newcastle Boys High School continued to sing the Newcastle High School song: words by a member of staff, R. G. Henderson MA set to the tune of "D'ye ken John Peel?", chosen by competition announced in 1913 in the school journal, "Novocastrian". When the boys moved to the plain at the Waratah site, they no longer climbed up The Hill and the first verse was re-written in 1943 by Mr Hodge.

1913 version 1943 version

D'ye ken the school on the hill so high,
Bravely facing the winds and the sky,
While the waves sing their song to the beaches high,
As the bell goes for school in the morning.

Chorus:
Yes, when we are gone in the years far ahead,
When the last game's played and the last lesson said,
The name of the school will awaken from the dead
The memories of many a morning.

Serving straight in a hard-fought match
Sprinting for the tape or a puzzling catch.
The 'blues' from the limit man to the scratch
Will still do their best night and morning.

(Chorus)

Remis Velisque's the motto for all
And our hearts once again will still hear its call,
When the muscles are stiff that once toed the ball,
Or climbed up the hill in the morning.

(Chorus)

Smith House boys, here's a song for you,
Hunter and Hannell and Shortland too,
Sing it as our fathers sang it, loud and true,
As they climbed up the hill in the morning.

Chorus:
Yes, when we are gone in the years far ahead,
When the last game's played and the last lesson said,
The name of the school will awaken from the dead
The memories of many a morning.

Serving straight in a hard-fought match
Sprinting for the tape or a puzzling catch.
The 'blues' from the limit man to the scratch
Will still do their best night and morning.

(Chorus)

Remis Velisque's the motto for all
And our hearts once again will still hear its call,
When the muscles are stiff that once toed the ball,
Or climbed up the hill in the morning.

(Chorus)

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