CHORUS
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.