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For me the ivy wreath tacked on my brow
Is Glory Hallelujah. Nice cool woods,
Light Headed Chorus Nymphs fox-trotting now
(And strangers not allowed)-them are the goods. Let but Euterpe's Ukelele beat,
And Polyphymia loud the Jew's harp thump, And the girls tell me I have Shakespeare beat,
And 'gainst the stars my osseous dome shall bump. Translation (by a former student)
Fonn Five
We've very many students in our school,
And some of them are clever and some not.
The Lower School and Third Form and the Fourth, But the Fifth Form are the finest of the lot.
No one can win a thing at all from them
In races, contests, or in basketball.
And when Sport's Day was over in the Park,
They tacked the Pennant high upon the wall.
So here's to you, Fifth form, in your classroom where you play, You may be worn with work but you've always time to say, That Fifth Form is the best form and you'll prove it to be so By your conduct and your morals, if any wish to know.
1n Fifth Form there are some with work to do
While others think that they would rather play,
Some find it hard to get to school on time
And there are some match coppers every day.
But when the teachers rant and rave and say,
That some must stay until their task is done,
The homework is passed 'round till all are free
And once more their united strength has won.
So here's to you, Fifth Form, now the staff can't frighten you, You have been here too long; their dire threats are nothing new. They say you think you're privileged; they must keep you in
your place,
But you know you'll be forgiven and soon restored to grace.
A joyous and romantic crowd are they,
Both friendly and jolly, foolish and wise;
Gay as a student their form master is,
A sly rogue is he and prone to surprise.
But glad he should be and happy and proud,
For his form brings to him honour and praise,
In years he will call them the best of the crowd. And point to his class of the good old days,
So here's to you, Fifth Form, class of nineteen twenty-six,
In the memory of the school, this year you'll ever fix.
So make the most of glad days in the new C. C. I.
Next year you'll oft recall them with melancholy sigh. -D. L,
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