School Song

No better theme is there for praise, than this our school in sooth,

wherein we spend the spring of life; the very home of youth.

Where many a lesson's truly learnt and many a game hard fought

and golden webs of friendship are of threads unbreaking wrought.

So we'll sing of the school with good voice and strong,

May her friends still be many, her life full and long,

and whilst neath the shade and then on through the years

let "Sapere Aude" ever ring in our ears.

The cobbled streets and gabled roofs of Kingston now are gone,

and Saxon glories are but ghosts raised faintly by a stone,

and ever father Thames flows on past bridge and wharf and quay,

and over all the red stone tower stands square for all to see.

So we'll sing of the school with good voice and strong,

May her friends still be many, her life full and long,

and whilst neath the shade and then on through the years

let "Sapere Aude" ever ring in our ears.

And as the tower looks calmly down and Thames soft laps her shores

so does the school watch over those who pass in through her doors

while tho in ever changing scene her daughters come and go

the strong stream of her own life yet will never cease to flow.

So we'll sing of the school with good voice and strong,

May her friends still be many, her life full and long,

and whilst neath the shade and then on through the years

let "Sapere Aude" ever ring in our ears.