Of our beloved School we’re justly proud
To her have we our love and duty vowed;
To her our debt of gratitude
We fain would discharge this day.
And of our old new School in accents loud
With gladness in our hearts, we’ll sing,
So here’s a hip-hip-hooray.
Long may the memory sweet and sanctified
Of all our happy days in School abide,
And when in future years dark clouds
Their lengthening shadows bring,
It’s then these happy thoughts will tear aside
The veil of gloom, let in the sun,
And make us merrily sing.
Pride of dear old Bombay
high above the rest;
We’re right on the summit
Among the schools the best;
Ever in the vanguard
Of progress learning’s nest,
We’ve earned our name by industry,
The labour of over a century;
Of men of worth and loyalty
Yet we’re the Ever New
The motto is our due
Long may we flourish
With that watchword in view
Pride of dear old Bombay
Ever and ever new.