Class of 2001 NSBHS

Class of 2001 North Sydney Boys' High School

1996-2001
He conquers who conquers himself

History 1912 -

A victorian branch of the OFU existed.

Blue was the original basic colour, and it is doubtless for that reason that "Blues" rather than the customary "colours" have always been awarded at North Sydney to the best of those who represented the school at sport. A Blue is ordinarily a University and not a school honour. There is no doubt that light blue was the colour worn on the sporting field. Photographs show jerseys to have been light blue with white colours and that white shorts were worn. It will be remembered that for the first twenty years the Prefect's badge was coloured light blue and white, and even today prefects wear light blue ties.

The OFU

There is some uncertainty as to the year in which the Old Boys' Union was established. Its records do not go back further than 1921, but they speak by implication of some earlier group. What ever from that may have taken the Union as presently constituted appears to have originated at a meeting in 1921.
In 1933 the Union changed its name to the Old Falconians; Union, The word "Falconian" was coined by the present writer.

Songs and War cry

"The older North our fathers knew
Has won the name of Great and True,
And we, their sons, will win it too,
For North, our Alma Mater.

"When days at school are finished quite,
Be this in life our guiding light:
'Who conquers self wins in the fight'
Hail North! our Alma Mater.

Come, comrades, lift your voices strong
And wake the echoes with your song,
We'll swell the praises loud and long
Of North, our Alma Mater."

"he conquers all - who conquers self"
We cry, but is the vict'ry won?
Are we the conquerors or the crushed,
Who mourns their fate, their task undone?
Not till life's sands run low, we learn
That wasted hours cannot return.

"He conquers all - who conquers self"
We cry, but is the vict'ry sought?
We waste our time in idle words,
And wake to find the battle fought.
We see our tragic loss at last,
When all our golden hours are past.

" 'He conquers all - who conquers self'
We cry, our labour seems in vain,
And though our hands and hearts are bruised,
We find our loss is but our gain.
For with our angry passions stilled,
We see our hopes and dreams fulfilled.

" 'He conquers all - who conquers self,'
We cry, our weariness departs,
We see ourselves victorious,
With aching but with thankful hearts.
By fighting evils great and small,
We find that we have conquered all."

"Come let us sing a song of youth,
Of youth and courage high,
Of hope that searches after truth
And faith that cannot die.
Then sing! Yes, sing!
Come let us stand and sing!

Life still lies hid ahead,
So let us work and strive amain;
Prizes are for the bold,
Now is the time to strain

Hands, head and heart in tune,
Forward, onward, every day;
We must advance with purpose.
Let us move that only way.

In years ahead we'll gather here,
Though memory be our only tie:
'He conquers best who conquers self'
Still be our motto high.

Fix we our gaze ahead,
We'll never win on vict'ries past;
Dead past forever dead,
The living past shall live.

Grown men, we'll still recall
Lessons, comrades, masters, all.
So seize the gift that's offered,
We must stand, achieving all!

In years ahead we'll gather here,
Though memory be our only tie:
'He conquers best who conquers self'
Still be our motto high."

"Oompah, oompah, yaki yaki oompah,
Bloo-a-murra, bloo-a-murra, ego yah.
Ego yah, anthro popigi, uonana annagi,
Wooga-wooga, wooga-wooga, yaki yaki yah.
North Sydney, wogga-wogga, whiskers on his gobba-gobba,

Nagasaki, Yokohama, yah, yah, yah.
Who arr, who are, who are we?
We are, we are, North Sydney.
Where do we come from? Yah! yah! ysh!
North Sydney, North Sydney, hah! hah! hah!
Ginger-beer, ginger-beer, pop, pop, pop,
North Sydney, North Sydney, always on top.
Mmmmmmmmmmm - boooooo -
- North Sydney!!!"