General, Sir John Monash, Personal Files Book 22, 10 April - 1 June 1919- Part 12

THE BEST SCHOOL OF ALL
1.
It's good to see the school we know.
The land of youth and dream,
To greet again the rule we know
Before we took the stream:
Though long of [[her missed?]] the sight
of her
Our hearts may not forget;
We've lost the old delight of her
We keep her honour yet.
2.
We honour yet the school we knew,
The best school of all:
We'll honour yet the rule we knew,
Will the last bell call;
For working days or holidays,
And glad or melancholy days,
They were great days and jolly days,
At the best school of all.
3.
The stars and sounding vanities
The half the crowd bewitch,
That are they inanities
To him that treads the pitch?
And where's the wealth, I'm
wondering
Could buy the cheer that roll
When the last charge goes
thundering

Beneath the twilight goal.
4.

Then men that tanned tho hide of us,
Our daily foes and friends,
They shall not lose their pride of us
Howe'er the journey ends.
Their voice to us who sing of it,
No more it's message bears,
But the round world shall ring of it
And all we are be theirs.
5.
To speak of Fame a venture is,
There's little here can bide,
But we may face the centuries,
And dare the deepening tide:
For though the dust that's part of us
To dust again be gone,
Yet here shall beat the heart of us,
The School we handed on!
6.
Repeat 2nd. Verse.
 

THE ROWING SONG
1.
Glorious April weather,
Southerly blows the breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade on the trees;
And we'll all swing together,
Our bodies between our knees.
2.
Cricket may be more clever,
Football may make more row,
But we'll swing together,
Steady from stroke to bow;
And nothing on earth shall sever,
The ties that are round us now,
And nothing on earth shall sever,
The ties that are round us now.
3.
Swiftly the stream is flowing,
back to the sheds again;
Quickly the months are going,
Months that will make us men;
Worst of it all is knowing
We shall be Old Boys then,
Worst of it all is knowing,
We shall be Old Boys then.
4.
Others may take our places,
Steer to success anew,
We'll recollect our races,
Still to the flag be true;
And youth shall be still in our faces
As we cheer for a Wesley crew,
And youth shall be still in our faces
As we cheer for a Wesley crew.
5.
Forty years hence such weather
May tempt us from office stools,
We may be slow on the feather
And seem to the boys old fools;
But we'll swing, swing together
And swear by the best of schools,
But we'll swing, swing together

And swear by the best of schools

OLD BOY'S SONG.
1. They left the College playground, and struck out South
and North,
The hungry old world called them and so they sallied forth,
To fight the same great battles their fathers fought of old,
To urn new fame and glory for the Purple and the Gold.
CHORUS.
Old Boys' Old Boys all the wild world over
Gather round to-night to talk of mem'ries old
Old Boys' Old Boys' stay at home or rover,
One cheer for more for Wesley, the Purple & the Gold.
2. And further West of Westward across the leagues of blue
The Old Boys plant their banners with brave hearts staunch
and true.
New York, Canton or Frisco, so matter where you roam,
You'll find the Wesley Old Boy ten thousand miles from home.
CHORUS.
Old Boys' Old Boys' etc.
3. There grey North waters quiver and sun beats fiercely down
You'll find the Wesley Old Boy alert through lean and brown.
Cape Town has seen their faces that beamed with joy of life
Johannesberg has watched them all eager for the strife.
CHORUS.
Old Boys' Old Boys' etc.
4. The lust of life has called them to seek now ways out West
and luring mother Fortune has taken of the best
Where noisy stampers deafen and roar throughout the night
You'll find the Old Boys holding up their end up in the fight.
CHORUS.
Old Boys' old Boys' all the wild world over
Gather round to-night to talk of mem'ries old
Old Boys' Old Boys' Stay at home or rover
One cheer more for Wesley, the Purple and the Gold.

THE FOOTBALL SONG.
Come and gather round boys to sing a Wesley song,
Sing it with a spirit that will send the lines along;
Sing it as we used to sing it twice two thousand strong
As we go marching to victory.

Chorus. Hurrah! Hurrah! The song of victory
Hurrah! Hurrah! The champions now are we
With a Hip! Hip! Hip Hurrah! For the royal
game and free
And the flag that floats over Wesley.

All comes to him who waits boys; and
We have waited long,
Faces the foe and fought the fight whether weak or strong;
No more practice matches now for "Grammar" of "Geelong",
As we go marching to victory.

Pick us then an eighteen who are not afraid to train,
Who mean to fight the battle out with all their might and main,
And Oh! good Mister Buracchi just bottle up your rain
As we go marching to victory.

"Grammar" may be older, "Geelong" may have more weight,
"Scotch" may come against us with their championships elate,
But only play together boys, and fairly challenge fate
As we go marching to victory.
 

They say the world's a scrimmage,and life is just a run,
Where another finishes the victory youve begun,
That's what football teaches us, that's how games are won,
As we go marching to victory.
 

Play the game together then, self is but a fool,
Let defeat dismay you not, fortune find you cool,
Play the game nor for yourselves, play it for the School,
As we go marching to victory.

"For ENGLAND"
Words J.D. Burns (O.S.C)  Music L.A. Adamson.
The bugles of England were blowing o'er the sea,
As they had called a thousand years - calling now to me:
They woke me from freaming in the dawning of the day,
The bugles of England - and how could I stay?
 

The banners of England, unfurled across the sea,
Floating out upon the wind, were beckoning to me,
Storm-rent and battle-torn, smokestained and grey,
The banners of England - and how could I stay?

O England! I heard the cry of these that died for thee,
sounding like an organ voice across the Winter sea;
They lived and died for England, and gladly went their way,
England! O England! Oh'. how could I xxx stay?

[*30/5/19*]
'AUSTRALIANS'
Brothers all, Brothers all,
Men who head the War God's call,
Fighting together, hand in hand,
Seeing it through for a far Southland.
Sinewy men from the east and the west,
Everyone of them Australia's best,
Carrying the flag through shot and through shell,
Scoffing at all things and laughing at Hell.

From far off farm and homestead
Beneath blue Southern skies,
From a land of rich abundance
Where Honor never dies,
From mansion and from cottage,
And every other place,
There came Australia's warriors
The murderous Hun to face.

The shearer from the Outback,
The miner from the West,
The sunburnt Southern athletes
Strong-armed and deep of chest.
And all the old world wondered
To see these men of worth
Who came to fight for Freedom
From the fartherest ends of Earth.

From where the Snowy River
Leaps down to meet the sea,
From the tracks out West O' Sunset,
Where every man is free,
From Queensland's sunny reaches,
And Victoria's mountains tall,
Democracy's strong children
Responded to the call.
 

Each State and Town and City
Of that Great Southern land
Has given her fair quota
To join that glorious band;
No danger can e'er daunt them,
No horror shake their nerve,
For liberty's their ideal
And never will they swerve.
 

Oh, moulded in the cauldron
Of grim, from destiny,
Were these sons of fair Australia
Who crossed the trackless sea,
The Hun has often met them
And met them to his woe,
For they ne'er ask for quarter
And still no quarter show.

As reapers in the wheatfields
They reap their harvests red,
Beneath the red French poppies
Soft sleep their countless dead;
Some rest 'neath Eastern blue skies
Beside the murmuring sea,
And some are quietly sleeping
on far Gallipoli.

But for every one who's fallen
In battle or in raid
The foes of Right and Freedom
A dreadful price have paid;
And so it shall be every,
Until the very end,
Australia's sons will never
Before the foemen bend.
 

Brothers All, brothers all,
Iron of muscle, and straight, and tall,
Fighting together, hand in hand,
Seeing it through for a dear Southland,
Caring never what the world may say
But treading the Glroy paths today,
Keeping the fires of Freedom alight,
Fighting for God with the Sword of Right.
[*Burnell Gray*]
T/Sql.
22nd Battalion.
A.I.F. *]
[* Written to settle an
argument as to which
was the best Battalion
in the A.I.F.
B.G.*]
[*13/8/18*]

[* With compts
Sir John Monash*]

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"A" Form.
MESSAGES AND SIGNALS No. of Message
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TO Brigade. H.Q.
Report xxx numbers of
prisoners captured.
From Chief of Staff.

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