Sung in 1893 on the 50th anniversary of the foundation of the Settlement, Since first our Eastern home uprose, (Where the dull river seaward flows, By whispering rushes led,)
Only eight Through winter's ice, past peach-bloom fair, Through summer heat, and autumn air, Full fifty years have sped.
So wave flag wave! Blow trumpet blow And the glad echoes far prolong With beat of drum, In line we come To shout and sing our Jubilee song.
Our walls were raised by builders few Shanghai's old founders, brave and true!
In death's long sleep they lie!
Know they our fete of joy today We fancy that they watch our play; We hear their steps go by!
So wave flag wave! Blow trumpet blow! The gentler echoes far prolong!
With beat of drum, In line we come! And softer sing our Jubilee song!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.