Song & Poems
Explore the songs and poems written in honour of Victoria School, including the *Nil Sine Labore* song and a poem celebrating its move to Siglap.
Song & Poems
The Nil Sine Labore song
The Nil Sine Labore song is in tribute to two past Victorian teachers whom I never met, but who converted me to be a Victorian-for-life on the very first day I stepped into Victoria and heard their song for the first time – Mr W.E. Meyer who composed the music and Mr J.I.A Frazer who wrote the lyrics of our beloved Victorian Anthem.
It is their song, with its stirring melody and powerful lyrics, that magically evokes and perpetuates the immortality of the Victorian spirit and unite Victorian hearts. It is this timeless song that “haunts” me to this day, and it is to the credit of these two gentlemen that I was inspired to compose the Nil Sine Labore song.
I dedicate this new Victorian song, Nil Sine Labore to Mr W.E. Meyer and Mr J.I.A Frazer, in my inadequate attempt to reciprocate what they have given to so many generations of Victorians – The Victorian Anthem – the most beautiful song I know.
Lim Eng Chong
September 2011
Nil Sine Labore Song
Words & Music by Lim Eng Chong
For a hundred years and more,
There’s a school in Singapore,
Where the spirit of triumph soar.
And Victorian voices roar:
“Victoria is something more!”;
Oh , a school we so adore.
It’s a school that watch’d us grow,
As Victorians we learn to glow;
You teach us to be strong,
Victorians labour on,
In sunshine or in rain,
If we fall, we rise up again.
Chorus:
We are …
Victorians, Victorians,
Victorians we’ll always be;
Victoria, Victoria,
Victoria for evermore.
We are …
Victorians, Victorians,
Victorians all the way;
Victoria, Victoria …
Nil Sine Labore
Click here (opens in new tab) to watch the Nil Sine Labore Song on Youtube.
Victoria School Poem
VICTORIA AT SIGLAP
I have seen you at the break of day,
Trooping into the early sun, looking eager
While digesting Nil Sine Labore. Like we did,
That dictum for young scholars, who are among
The kernels of our nation. Think, feel and dream
Brave new worlds, tryst with the unfamiliar, merge
Curiosity and fun; invent and whistle a sweet refrain.
Nothing new in this. Just like us, when together
You challenge and consume your days with fire,
Leaving voices and footfalls to echo your time,
Your place. Ours were troubled by krruumps of war,
Insurrection, change of rulers who brokered peace
To feed their ambition, appetite; alleged destiny.
We nurtured the shards that came with a small
‘59 freedom by gradual moves within ourselves and
Toward each other; re-making both land and peoples.
A founding will, a vision, a gathering, still custodial.
These of our past you inherit; knead into your future.
Where you tread on the shadow of shrub and tree
And feel the breeze gather its vowel, there the sea kept
Vigil; its blue tide a covenant, a promise. As Victoria
Always has, fulfilling. Your precincts, buildings, floors,
Class-rooms, labs; those special places to discover friends,
Teachers, and HODs, are all designed, specific, modern.
To put tomorrow into your grasp. Invoke and make it ours.
For the world is now a keyboard, linked to competition.
We compute, manage. The way ahead is to be ahead.
Walking among you the other day, I felt my Chemistry,
Maths, and favorite poems return. Bookish memories.
Yours will be a screen boosted by micro-chips; and the great
Unknown. We climb stairs, turn corners; catch a lift;
Move from point to point, getting to the seventh floor.
As we look out to sea from neat Hostel rooms,
Across the sunlight in the straits, three generations knew
That when you move, you take us all with you.
Professor Edwin Thumboo
SC Class of ‘51