Hark ! now we sing.
Of St. Joseph's the school that we love,
For it's here that we learn to uphold the right,
Seeking light, seeking help from above.
Strive might and main.
Let the odds be what they will.
We shall conquer all trials great and small.
on ward lads, we must climb the hill,
March ! falter not.
Though the way be weary and long.
All the toil and strife, face we bravely, now
Firm in faith, bold of heart and strong.