Chorus.

"When I look to the top of the family tree
I feel the perfection that's centred in me."

—Beere's "Nuts I Have Cracked."

Music Specially Written by Mr. J. Maughan Barnett.

Let us thank arboreal Simeans in our civilised Dominions
For the prowess on the branches spent;
We are heirs of all the ages, this the moral of the stages,
The fittest are the pride of the "Ascent."
Though the Druids lasted long, the Romans proved them wrong
In a manner quite conclusive in debate,
And the world must bend the knee, to the famous O.T.C.
As the last and finest product of the State.

Refrain :
So we pass the sign that all may bow
And may praise the men who defend them now.

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Shout, ye sons of Drake and Raleigh, all creation's grand finale
In the struggle upward from the brutes.
Shout the Gen'rals embryonic with their skill Napoleonic,
And Atkinson's predolomitic boots.
When the final trump shall roll its thunders to the Pole
With its message to the kingdoms at the last,
Then the quick who kept ahead shall be placed before the dead
Who reposed upon the laurels of the Past.

Refrain :
And Britannia's trust let all men know
Shall be guarded for aye with the bended bow.