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We chant “Bishop’s” name with a will.
It’s the School that we honour,
the best school of all !
Let our chorus now re-echo to the hills.
The pure Deccan winds waft our theme
to the world.
We are proud of our past and today,
May God bless our dear school and
enkindle the flame
In each spirit that within her works and plays.
The flowers all around speak of beauty serene,
When life’s work is done and the past
echoes by,
And we ponder on days left behind,
We shall look back with pride on the
School that we love,
The Alma Mater that our memories
enshrine.
And when at long last our life’s course we have run,
May the world be aware of us then,
That we honoured our School that
taught us how to live,
To be “THOROUGH”, to be true,
and to be men.
Let the welkin resound with our loud
clarion call,
“Play up Bishop’s ! never let our
Colours fall !”
“Play up, Bishop’s ! never let our
Colours fall !”.