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“ours are the cliffs that ocean laves, ours the sweet music of his waves”
School House in 1872

 

School Song

A recent request to the archives was for the school song to be available on the College website.

'Carmen Eastbourniense' in its full original Latin and English versions:

Exultemus, o sodales,
iam cessare fas novales;
paululum laxemus mentes,
dulcem domum repetentes.

Chorus
Age, frater iuxta fratrem,
celebremus Almam Matrem;
quae nos ornat, haec ornanda,
quae nos amat, adamanda!

Venditet Etona rivam,
singularem Herga clivum
nobis magni maris fontes
alluunt aeternos montes.

Sive litus vis lustrare,
sive iuga pererrare,
fragrans ambit odor maris,
spirat aura salutaris.

Forti fortes sic creantur
matre filii, formantur
sana mens et corpus sanum,
nobile virtutis fanum.

Litteris, ludis studendo,
artes, mores excolendo,
si quid hinc nacti gaudemus,
huic acceptum referemus.

Io! Vos, Io!
Undecemviri victores,
vos, alipedes cursores!
Io, vos prudentes nare,
vosque, robur militare!

Io! Vos, Io!
Gymnicos iam memoremus,
studiosos collaudemus,
omnes se, scholam clarantes,
urbi, orbi illustrantes.

Io! Da, Io!
Da patroni, da Rectoris,
da senatus adiutoris;
da memoriae priorum,
da praesentum, venturorum!

Ho! Comrades, hearts and voices raise
To welcome the dear holidays;
Away with books, tear up the 'scheme',
No thought of these to spoil our dream!

Chorus
Come, Alma Mater, let us sing,
Till overhead the rafters ring,
With her – 'tis hers – our glory sharing,
With answering love her love declaring.

Of Thames let Eton boast her fill,
And Harrow glory in her hill;
Ours are the cliffs that Ocean laves,
Ours the sweet music of his waves.

Whether we roam the sea-wash'd shore,
Or range the skyey uplands o'er,
Health's in the fresh breeze blowing free,
Health in the fragrance of the sea.

Thus daily are renew'd our powers,
For Alma Mater's strength is ours;
Yea, fitter clime where will ye find,
To breed both healthy frame and mind?

Thorough in work and keen in games,
Nor yet neglecting Virtue's claims,
If aught of good we here have won,
Hers be the praise and hers alone!

Hurrah! Hurrah!
Elevens both a cheer for you,
Cheers for our hardy athletes too;
Cheers for our Gunners, gallant corps,
And for our swimmers one cheer more!

Hurrah! Hurrah!
Our gymnasts cheer; cheer them whose fame
Is to have earn'd a scholar's name;
A cheer for all who, winning glory,
Have graced the roll of Eastbourne's story.

A health! A health!
Heres to the President! The Head!
The Staff! All friends our weal who've sped!
To Old Boys cherish'd memory,
To all Eastbournians yet to be!