MINCHENDEN SCHOOL SONG
The oak lives long. Long live the
oak!
Scribes wrote it fair in the Doomsday Book,
And its fame still lives, for to us it gives
The good name of Minchenden, proud be it spoke.
The oak lives long, yet its birth was small,
Books and exams and the straight-sped ball,
The race and the play and the well-filled day,
But preludes these to the great world’s call.
The oak lives long, may its branches spread!
Far o’er the world shall we be sped,
Through the Seven Seas to the Antipodes,
Though the beech be felled and the chestnut dead.
As the oak lives long, long live my song,
Evil contemned, in the good truth strong,
Working brain or hand, by this we stand,
LONG LIVE MINCHENDEN! THE OAK LIVE LONG! |