Meliora sequamur Ian Anderson

Mortarboard, gown, hood and lace come
Guide me in learning, in ascension
Where minds may meet and twitters
Tweet in modern Latin, in declension
O Domine, O Magister - we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue, forever young
Let us follow better things

In saintly word and perfect grammar
To Academia's lofty space
The trivium, quadrivium, all baser
Thoughts now to efface
O Domine, O Magister - we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue, forever young
Let us follow better things

Cruel Bunter-bashing, cane-a-thrashing
Lines, detention, soon forgot
O dark ploy! This grammar school boy
Has paid the price and bought the lot
In the quiet hours of life's twilight
Old school ties and photographs
I call to mind the sore behind, the
Tears, the last and longest laughs

Empty desks and inkwells, darkened
Chapels, cobweb corridors silent now
Ghostly purple robes and dusty trencher
What could be holier than thou?
O Domine, O Magister - we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue, forever young
Let us follow better things