Oundle School - School Song

Carmen Undeliense

Quid quid puerorum est

Hic literatorum,

Quid quid magistrorum est,

Carmen det Canorum;

Alma mater floreat

Tempus in aeternum;

Tellus carmen resonat

Et regnum supernum

Floreat Latinitas,

Literae Graecorum;

Floreat divinitas,

Usus calculorum.

Floreat scientia,

Omnes bone artes;

Crescat et prudentia

Undeli per partes

Lusiones floreant

Aut remis aut pilis;

Pueri que gaudeant,

Gaudeant in illis:

Vindicent plus gloriae

Ludi et labores;

Praemi a victoriae

Ferant digniores

Laxtonis prudentia

Ludum hic fundavit;

Domini clementia

Ad huc conservavit.

Floreat Undelium,

Hoc Deum oramus;

Et per omne saeculum

Idem concinamus

Floreat Undelium

Long ere the cruel marauders of many a Danish band

Rowed up the broad Nene valley, and plundered the fertile land,

Here in our town of Oundle, high over the river-side,

Wilfred of York once rested, and founded a school, and died.

Oundle, long may she flourish,

Wax and grow in the land

Go on her path down the ages

Guided by God's good hand!

The Light that he lit was tended, when struggled the tiny flame,

By good Sir William Laxton (all honour to his name!)

Through a Guild that is great in London, which took the gift in his will,

To this giving toil and treasure, maintaining and tending still.

Good is the fruit of its labours, the School as she stands to-day,

Second to none in endeavour, whole-hearted in work and play;

Ours be it, oldest to youngest, to strive with a loyal heart,

Lest to the past rise and reproach us, when we in our turn depart.

So like a tree of the forest may she flourish and spread and stand,

Stretching her boughs to the heavens, her roots in the Motherland,

And may the fruit of her branches be men with an upright heart,

Dauntless and pure, well fitted to play their appointed part.