We're drilled and dressed and disciplined,
We're proud of our great name
As Dukies, Play up Dukies.
We'll take you on at anything
And always play the game,
As Dukies, Play up Dukies.
The spirit of our soldier sires is, round about. us still
And everything we've got to do, we work at with a will;
Oh we've got no use for slackers at the School on Lone Tree Hill.
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies

Chorus.

Be it peace or be it war, Play up Dukies
As your fathers did before, Play up Dukies
For the honour of your name, take the torch and fan the flame.
Play the game, Play the game, Play up Dukies

And when we join our regiments
And we march and ride and snoot
As Dukies, Play up Dukies.
You'll recognise the Dukie
As the very best recruit
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies.
For when the British soldier marches forth to right the wrong
And work is at. its hardest and the fight is fierce and long,
Then the old White Rose shall lead us and the Dukie shall be strong.
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies.

Chorus.

When veterans and pensioners,
We're drifting down the hill,
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies.
Though death be in the valley
We will face him Dukies still
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies.
And though our lonely graves be dug in some far distant land,
Our spirits coming beck again will hover near at hand,
And the boys will hear us whisper, and the boys will understand.
Play up Dukies, Play up Dukies.

Chorus.

• If anybody would like a copy of the piano/organ/four-part score for "Sons of The Brave", they can e-mail me at andy_jack_black@hotmail.com with their address and I will send it to them.

Duke of York's Royal Military School School Hymn "SONS OF THE BRAVE"

Sheet Music by Andy Black (Wy 1992-1997)

Oh LORD, Thy Banner floateth o'er us,
  Beneath its folds we stand and sing,
In Majesty go Thou before us,
  Our Saviour Christ! Our Captain-King!
Sons of the Brave! our hearts now hail Thee
  Bravest of all! and cry to Thee
Oh LORD, make us Thy faithful soldiers,
  And lead us on - to Victory!

We come to Thee, who in Thy meekness
  Did once our boyhood's perils face
That Thou might know our wants and weakness,
  And all our need of help and grace,
Sons of the Brave! we would be worthy
  Of this our name in fight for Thee
Oh LORD, make us Thy faithful soldiers,
  And lead us on - to Victory!

We come to Thee for Thine assistance,
  Our foes are fierce - the battle long
Alone, how feeble our resistance!
  With Thee beside us we are strong.
Sons of the Brave we know can never,
  Uplift a prayer unheard by Thee
Oh LORD, make us Thy faithful soldiers,
  And lead us on - to Victory!

We come to ask Thee that Thy blessing
  May rest on comrades far away,
May they each day, Thy Name confessing,
  Still find in Thee their strength and stay.
Sons of the Brave! may all be gathered,
  Bravest of all at last to Thee
Oh LORD, with all Thy faithful soldiers
  Give us the palm of Victory!

---