Oh peter’s, Peter’s our Alma Mater,
A Precious saga etched in pride,
We pledge perseverance, purpose and strive,
Through all our years, throughout our lives,
Palma Non Sine Pulvere, (No reward without labour)
Palma Non Sine Pulvere, (No reward without labour)
Palma Non Sine Pulvere,
Through all our years, throughout our lives.
With unsure awkward footsteps first,
We strode into your portals grand,
Thy enveloping warmth, embracing worth,
Had us captivated, drove us forth;
Under thy shade in gratitude,
We learnt life’s priceless lessons,
Of discipline, friendship, truthfulness
That shaped our souls – God’s own sons.
The day will come, when finally we,
Out of this luminous heart will march,
Armed with knowledge and a will of steel,
With hearts so soft, ready to heal;
Soon the years shall roll into one,
And thou will find us at thy door,
On thy footsteps grown- up men,
With reverent hearts – your ‘boys’ once more.
