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The Romans were a knowing race,
Vivat Haileyburia!
They made a road down to this place,
Vivat Haileyburia!
Romans came and passed away:
Normans followed; where are they?
But we are here, and here we stay!
Vivat Haileyburia!
When shout five hundred voices all,
Vivat Haileyburia!
Our days of old we first recall,
Vivat Haileyburia!
But whatsoe’er their fame of yore,
We’ve yet a mind to make it more,
Our age of gold still lies before,
Vivat Haileyburia!
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And sweet was then the victor’s crown,
Vivat Haileyburia!
But friendship’s joy struck deeper down,
Vivat Haileyburia!
And though our distant feet may roam,
Our hearts will ne’er forget the home,
The dear old school beneath the dome,
Vivat Haileyburia!
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Then close your ranks and lift your song,
Vivat Haileyburia!
That life is short, but love is long;
Vivat Haileyburia!
And all through life, where’er we be,
School of our hearts, we’ll think of thee,
And drink the toast with three times three,
Vivat Haileyburia!
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