Gravesend Grammar School - The School Song

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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