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FOREWORD For the first time since 1954 (when a song book was published to commemorate the Bathurst-Wagga Intercollegiate) the Publica tions Committee has been able to produce a Song Book which we hope will be a source of pleasure and interest to all students. We ask you to consider the variety of taste for which we had to cater and trust that we have included something that you might enjoy. The book is designed also to be closely linked to the Music course and will be used to advantage in "Sing-a- Longs" and lectures. It may also be found useful as a teaching medium and should be in a prominent position in future Music Method Books! The songs were selected mainly from the various 'Varsity and past College song books from Wagga and Armidale. We are grateful for the use of these. Gratitude must be extended to Mr. Orch ard, Miss O'Donnell, Adele V\Teatherall, Kaye White, Beverly Berry, Alan Lynch, Brian Bazzo, Peter Crittendon, John Hough and our artist Adrian Young. It is hoped that in future years this book will be used as a basis for bigger and better productions. Sing well, this 1s a "Sing-a-Long with Orch" made easy. DENIS SIMOND, President Publications Committee 3 Vivant omnes virgines, COLLEGE SO:NGS Faciles, formasae! Vivant et mulieres, Dulces et amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae. Vivat et respublica GAUDEAMUS Et qui illam regit! Vivat nostra civitas, Gaudeamus igitur, l\lfaecenatum caritas, I uvenes dum sumus; Quae nos hie protegit! Post iucundum iuventutem, Post molesta1n senectutem, College Anthem --- Nos habebit humus. "COLLEGE OF THE RIVERINA'' Ubi sunt qui ante nos l . College of the Riverina, we thy students In mundo fuere? sing thy fame Vadite ad superos, Lifting hearts in exultation pay our tribute Transite ad inferos to thy fame Ubi iam fuere. ' Straining limbs to win with honour, spur ring minds to catch the gleam, Vita nostl·a brevis est, "\1\Te have found in each endeavour joy ancl Brevi finietur; fellowship supreme. · Venit mors velociter, 2. By the Tweed beyond the Darling, where· Rapit nos atrociter, so'er our schools may be Nomini parcetur. :Memory oft will tread the journey, "\t\Tagga Vivat Academia, College back to thee. Vivant professores; "\1\Te shall live once more our triumphs, see Vivat membrum quodlibet, a-new the vision grand, Vivant membra quaelibet, And refreshed return with vigour, valiant Semper sint in flore. to possess the land. 4 5 COLLEGE OF OURS College War Cry 11 College of ours ''YAKKA-BLUEY Pride of life to us all here striving. Yakka Bluey, Yakka Bluey, ya ya ya College of ours Mahee, Mahi, Mahom somebody Source of joy to us all here singing. 11\Thatcha kee - I - 0, whatcha kee - I - 0 So shall it be L < \1\Tagga College, \1\Tagga College When the good days are gone far from us. Ya Ya Ya Still we shall praise Com - pa - pa, Oom - pa - pa In a song and a voice of gladness. Wagga College, Wagga College College of ours K, M, K, I, Turn we to thee in love, Ya Ya Ya Blest by thy sons and they daughters from C - 0 - L - L - E - G - E, College! above. WAGGA TEACHERS COLLEGE THERE IS A COLLEGE IN THE TOWN Took an Air Force hospital Pain ted it with colours dull, There is a college in the town, in the Brieflv that describes the birth of town \1\Tagga Teachers' College. On which some people scowl and frown, Called up studes from everywhere, scowl and frown. Gave each one a cot and chair But to those who really know its greatest Told them unmade beds were rare at worth There's not a better place on earth. Wagga Teachers' Colleg~. Lectures and demonstratwns, \1\Te m~y fuss a n~ fret and worry They gave us art and .craft and speech and Do assignments m a hurry, \1\Te may tire of demonstrations stuff Till the students cried "ENOUGH!" But we do not mind. This is my advice to you , For when they send us out to Broken Hill This is what you ought to do or Bourke Get vour "D's" and "A Plus" too, At least we all will know how to work At \t\ragga Teachers' College. And we will strive to illuminate her name 6 And ever hold aloft the flame. ' IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIBOOBURRA Down by the Li-bra-ree We wander after tea, It's a long way to Tibooburra A warden comes along the path It's a long; way to go, And turns our two to three. It's a long way to Tibooburra To the smallest school I know. Chants: 'it\Tagga-ri etc. -- And turns our Goodbye Wagga College two to three. We'll remember thee; It's a long, long way to Tibooburra High overhead the black crows squark But that's where I'll be. And at our prospects drool, For blackboards call so loud and sweet From every . outback school. THE HAPPY WAGGA STUDENTS Chants: v\Tagga-ri --- From every outback 'it\Te introduce our honoured guests school. To double U.T.C. M.E.H. is our number one R.B.'s our 2 i fc. Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. --- R.B.'s our 2 i f c. At our front gate the ro-tun-da 'it\Tas built with toil and blood They only brought it from the park To save it from the flood. Hard by the Admin. block v\Te have a statue bright, And every time we pass her by 'it\T e strive to see the light. Chorus: v\Tagga-ri etc. -- - To save it from the light. 8 9 NEGRO SPIRITUALS GO DOWN MOSES Go clown, Moses, 'Way clown in Egypt's land; Tell ole Pharoah Let my people go. 'When Israel was in Egypt's land Let my people go; Oppressed so hard they could not stand Let my people go. Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said; Let my people go; If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go. No more shall they bondage toil, Let my people go; Let them come to Egypt's spoil Let my people go. The Lord told Moses what to do Let my people go; To lead the children of Israel thro' Let my people go. When they had reached the other shore Let my people go; They sang a song of triumph o'er, Let my people go. 11 SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT I'll sing you two-ho! Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Green grow the rushes-ho. carry me home; ·what are your two-ho? Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Two, two the lily-white boys, carry me home. clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and I looked over Jordan and what did I see? evermore shall be so. Comin' for to carry me home. A band of Angels comin' after me I 'll sing you three-ho! Comin' for to carry me home. Green grow the rushes-ho. Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to W"hat are your three-ho? carry me home Three, three the rivals Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to Two, two the lily-whit~ boys, carry me home. clothed all in green-ho. One is one and all alone and If you get there before I ~o evermore shall be so. J es' tell my friends that I m a-comin' too. F~mr for the Gospel-makers The brightest day that e~er I saw F:ve for the. symbols at your door. When Jesus washed my sms away. Six for the SIX proud walkers I'm sometimes up and sometimes down S~ven for the seven stars in the sky and But still my soul feels heavenly boun.' Eight for the April rainers. Nine for the nine bright shiners and Ten for the Ten Commandments. GREEN GROW THE RUSHES HO Eleven for the eleven went up to I'll sing you one-ho! Heaven and Green grow the rushes-ho. Twelve for the twelve Apostles. ·what is your one-ho? One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so. 12 13 JERUSALEM And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green, And was the Holy Lamb of God SON'GS TO SING AROUND On England's pleasant pastures seen. And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon these clouded hills? THE PIANO And was .Jerusalem builcled here, Among these clark satanic hills? (or under it, or over it, or nowhere near it) Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire, Bring me my spear, 0 clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. 14 15 ABDUL "Oh, take your last look at sunshine and brook, And send your regard to the Czar, The sons o£ the prophet are brave men and For by this I imply that you are going to die, bold, Mr. Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar." And quite unaccustomed to fear, But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah Then Abdul the brute drew his trusty skabuke, Was Abdul A-Bulbul Emir. ·with a cry of "Allah Akabar!" \1\Tith murderous intent he ferociously went ·vvhen they wanted a man to encourage the van For Ivan Skavinsky-Skavar.