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Old Warwickians

The Warwick School Song

In the published book Warwick School: A History by G N Frykman and E J Hadley, reference is made to the two School Songs which Warwick is proud to possess, and, indeed, in publishing them at the start and end of the book, a deliberate effort was made to ensure their preservation. Another intention was, of course, to encourage their continued performance.

Currently, the 1906 Latin song Floreat Domus is sung quite regularly - in chapel at the beginning of every term, and at Speech Day, for example.

FLOREAT DOMUS
Gaudeamus nos alumni
Quod per infinita saecla
Schola perduravit ipsa.
Gaudeamus nos alumni.
Floreat! Floreat!
Schola Warwicensis
Floret atque floreat
Schola Warwicensis.
Haec domus duret per aevum
Floreant omnes alumni
Floreant semper magistri.
Gaudeamus nos alumni.
Floreat! Floreat!
Schola Warwicensis
Floret atque floreat
Schola Warwicensis.

The Old Warwickians sing a 1931 version of the 1892 English song at their dinners: 

WARWICK SCHOOL SONG
Our voice in praise of the King we raise,Who founded in high endeavour,

Here’s a song for all, be they short or tall: Sing, comrades, and sing in time;
With a lusty swing till the rafters ring, For the School is the theme of our rhyme,
For the School is the theme of our rhyme.
Then hurrah, harrah for bluff Hal’s school, And the life of each changing season;

“Work hard! Play fair!” is a golden rule,
And a man may sing, be he wise or fool,
And silence is rank high treason,
And silence is rank high treason.

Lent Term
Now bounds the ball on the Fives-court wall,
Or the Mile or the Quarter we run;
If we bruise our shins where the football spins,
I’ faith! It is part of the fun.

Chorus

Summer Term
In the cricket field the willow we wield,
Well equipped for the struggle and fit;
We’ve skill and we’ve pluck, and with moderate luck
We’ll cheer for the conquering hit.

Chorus

And we plunge in the cool of the shady pool,
And Stoneleigh’s lawn are green;
And the flickering steel of the bicycle wheel
On Edgehill’s height is seen.

Chorus

Winter Term
There’s plenty of fun though the summer’s done,
And skies are leaden gray;
If frost and snow are keen, we’ll show
That we can be keen as they.

Chorus

So sing with a will, tho’ the winds blow chill,
While we toughen our sinews and muscles,
Close on the ball we’ll follow all
In our hard-fought football tussels.

Chorus

Though Latin and Greek are hard to speak,
And Euclid’s a sore vexation,
Be plucky and work, for fellows who shirk,
Will be plucked in Examination.

Chorus

Stick hard! For your lives! Grammar and Fives,
Greek, Algebra, Football, and Science;
If they’re well gripped, then fully equipped,
We’ll face the world with defiance.

Chorus

Though all things must return to dust,
Old friends let nothing sever;
But as you grow older stand shoulder to shoulder!
Hurrah! Boys! Warwick for ever!

Chorus