Sir Joseph Williamson's Mathematical School - School Song

School Song

'All hail to the colours of dark and light blue,

Which float in the flag of the School,

Where we, one and all, have a life-work to do,

Beneath its beneficent rule.

Long, long may it flourish and always appear,

The cradle of honour and truth;

So we through a life-time shall ever revere,

The shrine of our studies in youth.

All hail to the lad who in learning advances,

Yet heartily joins in our games,

In cricket or football our kudos enhances,

And ever at excellence aims.

May he and his fellows be long spared to see us,

Still marching triumphantly on;

With each Williamsonian youth as he leaves us,

"Hall-marked" as Britannia's son.

Then here's to the School, to our sports, to our work,

Success be with pen, bat, and ball!

May cowardice ne'er in our corridors lurk,

But kindliness reign over all.

May Providence e'er, as our efforts He blesses,

Preserve us from evil's decoys,

Let Rochester joy in the School she possesses,

And England be proud of our boys.