When Grenville sailed from Bideford
Four hundred years ago
And the little Revenge dropped down the tide
To meet her Spanish Foe
And Devon men the whole world through
Ruffled it too and fro
By unknown hands a seed was sown
From which our school has slowly grown
Chorus
While ever the old bridge spans the stream
Or ever the Torridge flows
And Bideford is Bideford
And England, England knows
Our school shall stand, and still the same
Add lustre to her glorious name
Into the world her sons go forth
Yet ever home return
From far and near to Bideford
Once and again they turn
For in their hearts undyingly
The fires of longing burn
To see once more the school they knew
Where joys were keen and sorrows few
Chorus.
