For narrated version by Michael Hayden and showreel by John Woods go to The Common Room Group on Facebook.

For All the Saints…
who nobly fought of old.

Who stood side by side on the windswept hills amongst our dark satanic mills;
Who knew the difference between East and West as they trundled along that long, drafty corridor.
And who never accepted mediocrity as they fought to beat the best.

Who ate rock cake for lunch and spam for tea.
Who took their detention with pride, and, yes, dignity.

Fight as the Saints who nobly fought of old…
And stand proud amongst each other whilst the stories unfold here in the Common Room amongst friends, slowly growing old.
We knew right from wrong, as we were galvanised, brought together, through the words of one song.
Sing alleluia, sing it loud, let’s sing it together, sing loud and sing it proud.
Sing alleluia, sing alleluia, sing …

And win with them, their victor’s crown of gold…
We were once those children. Now, we’re full of memories … of waiting for buses in the dark and the cold.
We remember Messrs Fee, Devine, Roach and Eddie Shaw, the golden handshake that left you paralysed to the ground as you tried to escape, running out the door.

Trophies we competed for, both on and off the field. And sports days were extra special for many, though some revered.
We fought like warriors against the likes of Salendine Nook, Deighton, Rawthorpe and the rest on those God forsaken, windswept, northern hills in the West.

Sing alleluia, sing alleluia …

We had trips to museums and theatres and even London on the Wallace Arnold coaches stinking of puke and bubble gum. But it was the big one at the Town Hall that made us stand tall.

So may your soldiers, faithful true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old.

Fight we did. We fought for every solitary thing. We made Miss Sunderland proud on them steps to which some would later return in their motor boards and gowns.

Nobody can take our medals away.
Those friendships we made, we need more than ever, especially today. And though some scars will never heal, they shaped us into who we are today, aye, we are the real deal.

As the world around us is locked in quarantine, to each and every one of us the message is clear … #StayHome, #StaySafe and stay close to those you hold dear.

Good to meet you … in The Common Room!