School Song

Come gather round Hurlstonians
And sing with all your heart.
It’s here we learn about life’s ways
And how to play our part.
It’s here we learn about the land
That gave us all your start.
We are glad that we belong to Hurlstone.

CHORUS:
Hurrah, hurrah for the plough and the harrow and the hoe.
Hurrah, hurrah for the wheat in the waving row.
And when we’re out upon our own
The good results will show
What we have learned at dear old Hurlstone.

Now you should see our sporting teams
When they achieve their goals.
They try their best and tear it in
With all their hearts and souls.
While o­n the field the other side
Lie round in countless shoals
When the blue, red and gold play up for Hurlstone.

CHORUS

And here’s to those who’ve gone before
To fortune and to fame,
All fiercely proud Hurlstonians
Who’ve won for us a name
And in the years that are to come,
We hope to do the same,
For the honour of our great school, Hurlstone.

CHORUS

 

Original School Song

The School Anthem reproduced below was first written in 1912 by an old boy, Gerald Digby. Several alterations were made in 1918 and the last stanza was added. The song which follows the air of ‘Marching Through Georgia,’ is sung at Thursday morning Assembly.

Come, gather round, ye Hurlstone lads
And sing with might and main,
Tis here we learn our dairy work
And how to sow the grain.
Tis here we learn our orchard work,
From Taylor’s mighty brain,
‘Neath the eye of Lugmuir, boss of Hurlstone.

CHORUS:
Hurrah, hurrah for the plough and the harrow and the hoe.
Hurrah, hurrah for the wheat in the waving row.
And when we’re out upon our own
The good results will show
What we have learned at dear old Hurlstone.

We’ve soldered in the plumber’s shop,
And shaped the sheets of tin.
We’ve hammered nails and blunted planes
‘Neath skilful craftsman Pinn;
And often after ‘ragging,’ the office we’ve been in,
So well known to all of us at Hurlstone.

CHORUS

You ought to see our football team,
When they start kicking goals
They score the tries and tear it in,
With all their hearts and souls;
While o­n the field the other side,
Lie ‘Dead’ in countless shoals.
Wen the Bland and Gold play up for Hurlstone

CHORUS

We’ve sought the mighty liver fluke,
And learned about it ways,
And how it is and why it is Merino wool it pays,
And paced with and of microscope,
The fierce Amoeba’s gaze,
In the modern science room at Hurlstone

CHORUS

And here’s to those who’ve gone before,
To fortune and to fame, old boys in far Gallipoli,
Who made for us a name,
And in the years that are to come
We hope to do the same, for the honour of
The dear old school Hurlstone.

CHORUS

 
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