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 Words & music by Olivia Benjamin

As we raise our voices rending
High and low in chorus blending
Our song of happy days at school
Days of law and golden rule
Let us all sing praise to them
Whose labour make us better men

This our school, our alma mater
For us and our children caters
Molds our minds, our life, our culture
While it brings us joy and laughter
Praise to thee in harmony
Let us sing eternally

As we join our hands in token
May our friendship ne'er be broken
As we journey day by day
Through the years to come we'll say
Ever loyal, ever true
Faithfully dear school to you

 Lyrics by Walter Mac Lawrence
Music by Valerie Rodway

O beautiful Guyana
O my lovely native land
More dear to me than all the world
Thy sea-washed, sun-kissed strand
Or down upon the borders
Looking out upon the deep
The great Atlantic
Blown into a fury, or asleep.
At morn, at noon – or better
In the crimson sunset's glow
I love thee, Oh I love thee

 Music & Lyrics by P.M de Weever

Some people likes de chocklet,
Some people likes de tea,
Some drinks de suga' watah,
And some de lemonade,
But I ca'e fo' none o' dose,
De only t'ing fo' me,
Is me bowl o bilin' cawfee in de marnin'

Chorus:

Me cawfee, me cawfee, me cawfee, me cawfee
Me bowl of bilin' cawfee in de marnin'
But I ca'e fo' none o' dose,
De only t'ing fo' me,
Is me bowl o bilin' cawfee in de marnin'

Wid de sunrise I gets up,
Ev'ry marnin' dry or wet,
So as never to be lated,
For de work I has to do,
I gen'ally says me prayers,
Unless I does fo'get,
But I always drinks me cawfee in de marnin'

 Sometimes I has it grand,
Wid me saltfish an' me fat
An' me yalla plantain boil
Wid green pepper an' some rice,
But wha'me min' does gi'e me fo'
Mo'e bettah dan all dat
Is me cawfee wid a gill bread in de marnin'

 I is an ole man now,
An' does often punish bad,
But I's had me good days
An' I mus' satisfy
I can still hol' togedda,
An' still praise de Lawd,
If I only gets me cawfee in de marnin'

 Lyrics by Francis Ledwidge (1891-1917)

Thro' the faintest filigree,
o-ver the dim waters go,
little ships of Arcady,
when the morning moon is low.

I can hear the sailors' song
from the blue edge of the sea,
passing like the lights a-long
Thro' the dusky filigree

Then where moon and waters meet
sail by sail they pass away,
With little friendly winds replete
blowing from the breaking day

and when the little ships have flown,
Dreaming still of Arcady
I look across the waves, alone
in the misty filigree.

Thro' the faintest filigree,
O-ver the dim waters go …
Little ships of Arcady
When the morning moon is low

(Thanks to Pender Wells of Auckland, New Zealand for providing a copy of the lyrics.)