THE MACQUARIE SONG
- as sung in the mid-1950s to the tune of "This Old House"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WhLhF12TBE  .

This old school was once a heaven,

This old school once knew no strikes,

This old school was kind and lenient,

This old school let us ride bikes,

But since the police objected,

There has been so much ill will,

That now bikes are forbidden,

Cos we’ve damaged Pangbourne Hill.

Chorus

Ain’t-a-gonna stick this school no longer,

Ain’t-a-gonna stick this school no more,

Breakfast gives you indigestion,

Food at dinner’s served up raw,

What we get for tea is shocking,

And the supper’s pretty low,

Ain’t-a-a-gonna stick this school no longer,

To the Foreign Legion we shall go.

This old school was good at rowing,

In the good old days gone by,

When we pulled our weight in whalers,

And Tradition’s flag flew high.

But now we’ve gone all sissy,

And cigar shaped boats we use,

Very soon they’ll give us outboards,

Which we’ll race against girl crews.

Chorus

          This old school was proud of standards,

This old school had races timed,

This old school held many records,

And our reputation climbed,

But our running track’s now laughed at,

It’s just grass and we’re annoyed,

And now for timing races,

Egg timers are employed.

Chorus

          This old school was once looked a College,

In a stately sort of way,

But now they are rebuilding,

And we’ve heard the E.O. say,

That Macquarie – ‘Our Macquarie’

Which we love and honour still,

Looks more like a penny postcard,

Photograph of Pentonville.

Chorus.