Prima in Indis, Gateway of India

Door of the East with its face to the West

Here in Bombay we are living and learning

India, our country, to give you our best.

Out on the maidan at Hockey or Cricket,

Or now in the classroom a’driving the pen,

We will try ever to fit us, equip us,

So that in life we may serve you as men.

School School! Play up, School!

Wherever your lot may be cast,

School first, House next, Self last,

School School! Play up, School!

Himalayan mountains and plains of the Deccan,

Wide sweeping spaces with wind blowing clean,

These are our birthright – ours to defend them.

Ours now to follow where heroes have been.

Out on the maidan our thews and our sinews,

We’ll train and will strengthen a’playing the game.

Then when we leave and go forth to our lifework,

Win for our race and our School a fair name.

School! School ! Play up, School!

Wherever your lot may be cast,

School first, House next, Self last,

School! School! Play up, School!

Years will roll on, and the palms still be swaying,

Out on the maidan that’s down by the sea,

Pens will be driven by new boys in classrooms

Where we are dreaming what soon we shall be.

Out on the maidan while palm shadows lengthen,

Still will re-echo the old stirring cry-

“Play up School! Let it rip ! Let it thunder !

Let it resound to our Orient Sky.!”

School ! School! Play up, School!

Wherever your lot may be cast,

School first, House next, Self last,

School! School I Play up, School!