It's good to see the school we knew, <br />the land of youth and dream. <br />To greet again the rule we knew, <br />before we took the stream. <br />Though long we've missed the sight of her, <br />Out hearts may not forget: <br />We've lost the old delight of her, <br />We keep her honour yet. <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />We'll honour yet the school we knew <br />The best school of all <br />We'll honour yet the rule we knew <br />Till the last bell call <br />For working days or holidays <br />And glad or melancholy days <br />They were great days and jolly days <br />At the best school of all <br /> <br />The stars and sounding vanities <br />That half the crowd bewitch. <br />What are they but inanities <br />To him that treads the pitch? <br />And where's the welth I'm wondering, <br />Could buy the cheers that roll <br />When the last charge goes thundering <br />Towards the twilight goal? <br /> <br />Then men that tanned the hide of us, <br />Our daily foes and friends, <br />They shall not lose their pride of us, <br />However the journey ends. <br />Their voice to us who sing of it, <br />No more its message bears, <br />But the round world shall ring of it, <br />And all we are be theirs. <br /> <br />To speak of fame a venture is, <br />There's little here can bide, <br />But we may face the centuries, <br />And dare the deepending tide; <br />for though the dust that's part of us, <br />To dust again be gone, <br />Yet here shall beat the heart of us, <br />The school we handed on! <br /> <br />We'll honour yet the school we knew <br />The best school of all <br />We'll honour yet the rule we knew <br />Till the last bell call <br />For working days or holidays <br />And glad or melancholy days <br />They were great days and jolly days <br />At the best school of all<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-best-school-of-all/
