“Let us now praise famous men”
A weary time, a dreary time, a time of hopes and fears,
The weeks that pass, the months that pass and lengthen into years.
My heart goes back to Harrow, to Harrow far away,
And Harrow sends a message to cheer me on my way.
“For good come, bad come, they came the same before,
So heigh ho, follow the game, and show the way to more.”
Mourn not for those whose names are writ in gold,
They fought for England, gladly gave their all.
Kept Harrow’s honour spotless as of old,
Nor feared to answer to the last great call.
They showed the way to more, their names will ring
Through all succeeding years of Harrow’s fame,
Whatever changes after years may bring
Their sons will follow up and play the game.
O Mother Herga, all our thanks we give
For all your care of us, your watchful eye:
You made us men, you taught us how to live,
And in your wisdom taught us how to die.
The strongest bond of all, the bond of friends
Made in our youth, a bond that naught can break,
Binds us to you until our journey ends,
We live, we fight, we die for Harrow’s sake.
(J M Rose-Troup)