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Music by Thomas a'Becket (organist at Girard)
Words by Henry Hanby Hay (prefect at Girard)
Sixteen hundred looking on, we are in the van,
We have run our marathon, from child to growing man.
Out beyond the open gate, lights of promise glow;
You who cheered us when we came, bless us ere we go.
Farewell! Farewell! Dear temple on the hill,
We'll not forget you till our hearts be still.
We shall miss the daily round, victory at ball,
Miss the gay parade, and miss classmates most of all.
Only love illumes the years; brothers pass it on,
Light the torch and spread the flame till the years be gone.
Sixteen hundred looking on, follow, follow hard,
Fight the game, increase her fame, goodbye to old Girard.
There's a world of worth beyond, soldiers must not lag,
Where good fortune waits for us, 'neath the starry flag.
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