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OUR SCHOOL SONG

On the western side of Freetown upon an ancient site

Where a great and massive building stands a witness to the light

There lives a band of comrades true a band that's ne`er been sent

Since the fathers to the old boys gave the glorious name Regent.


Chorus:

Live forever, sundered never, faltering never, grammar school

            Live forever, sundered never, Regentonian true school

            School, school, school, school, school

            God bless our grammar school.


When the Old Boys rally round us and tell of what has been

They may urge us to more study they must meet us on the green

To our well-loved alma-mater we every one shall cling

And year by year in deeper tones more fervently shall sing.


Chorus


When we're marching home in glory and we've beaten them six nil

Or the telegraph's a hundred up and the captains batting still

When the flag flies for a triumph that the good old school has won

Then gladly let the chorus rise and sound it every one.


 Chorus


Oh! Tis not the nerve or sinew or learning store alone

That the school upon her sons bestow which stamps them for her own

Tis manhood's gleams in boyish eyes steadfast and true and keen

A heart that never quailed at need: the soul that ne'er was mean.


Chorus


"Regentonia" by Rev. G.G. Garrett, M.A.