Bells are ringing bells are ringing
Time upon its way is swinging
We must hasten to our work
See that tasks we do not shirk
Strict the lives that we must lead
Instant answer give at need
Penetrate the land of learning,
Though our hearts for fields are yearning
Past the watchword to the faithful.
Living stones of God’s own temple,
“Ut Prosim!” that we may fashion
All our lives to serve the nation
With the Mountain breezes blending
Echoes of our way are sending
Happy notes: the dun kites wheeling
Wonder at the blows we’re dealing!
With cries of joy the welkin rings
As at our foes the school team flings
Defiance and a steady roar
Chants ‘S. P. S. forever more’.
Pass the watch word to the heeling
As to victory we are speeding
“Ut Prosim!” quit you like men
And scotch all evil in its den.
Comrades on the fields are we
Comrades in the class to be,
And in all our daily round
Comradeship must still be found
Each to each can lend a hand,
Each for truth and honour stand,
Learn to take life’s ups and downs,
Learn to disregard the wounds,
Pass the watchword to the brave
Let us not for money crave
“Ut Prosim!” my golden deed
To help another in his needs.
Down the avenue of years
Oft comes a thought to sad for tears
Of the happy care – free days,
Of the joyous needless ways,
Of a youth we valued not
Of a youth that’s never forgot.
Wrecks of time bestrew our path,
Much we’ve lost that was most worth,
Pass the watch word to the lead,
Pass it to the hearts that feel;
“Ut Prosim!” our school commands
Let us do what she demands.