Six Hundred Boys

Six Hundred Boys Six hundred boys were singing in the hall Six hundred boys were singing in the hall Six hundred boys were singing there Singing out a secret prayer Six hundred boys were singing in the hall Angelic voices bouncing off the walls Angelic voices bouncing off the walls Praying, there would be no pain The masters, they would show restrain Angelic voices bouncing off the walls Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod For sliding down the banister Failing to call the master SIR Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod Bend over boy, and get six of the best Bend over boy, and get six of the best You shouldn’t be a fighting Substandard is your writing Bend over boy, and get six of the best Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane Think of England as the blows a reign Stiff upper lip, as you’re hit Must remember all that **** Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane Six hundred boys were singing in the hall Six hundred boys standing, proud and tall Six hundred boys were singing there Singing out their secret prayer Angelic voices bouncing off the walls