There stands our school near Powai Lake,
Built on a wondrous site,
By successors to Scotsmen, Oh! so true,
All honour is their right.
So proud are we of this great school,
We sing with right good will -
Its praise and follow every rule,
To make it greater still.
Then we would up and cheer and laud,
Our teachers every one:
They spare no pains - (nor yet the rod!)
To see our tasks well done.
Sing, Bombay Scottish School, my lad,
Our School we thus address.
Sing, Bombay Scottish School, my lass,
Sing, Bombay Scottish School.
Courage Brother! Do not stumble
Though thy path be dark as night;
There's a star to guide the humble;
Trust in God, and do the right.
Let the road be rough and dreary,
And its end far out of sight,
Foot it bravely; strong or weary,
Trust in God, and do the right.
Perish policy and cunning,
Perish all that fears the light:
Whether losing, whether winning,
Trust in God, and do the right.
Some will hate thee, some will love thee,
Some will flatter, some will slight,
Cease from man, and look above thee:
Trust in God, and do the right.
Simple rule, and safest guiding,
Inward peace, and inward might,
Star upon our path abiding,
Trust in God, and do the right.
Courage brother! Do not stumble,
Though thy path be dark as night;
There's a star to guide the humble;
Trust in God, and do the right.