As I was travelling around the world, I landed in Brazil
And there I met an ancient friend who loved Brummana still;
'How is the dear old school', he said, 'and is she thriving yet?'

Oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!
Oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!

As I was travelling to New York its wonders for to see,
A comrade from Binghampton came and met me on the quay;
'Oh, tell me of the school', he cried, 'where my affection's set';

Oh, we won 't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!
Oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!

As I was travelling in the South, I reached Australia's strand,
And there a man from Lebanon came up and seized my hand;
'I owe Brummana this', he said, 'come let me pay the debt';

Oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!
Oh, we won 't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!

As I was travelling around the world, I reached Beirut again,
And as I climbed the mountain side, I heard the joyful strain,
From all the boys and girls at once: 'Well met, my friend, well met;

oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!
Oh, we won't forget Brummana school, and won't let you forget!

Christopher G. Naish 1930-1936
Tune: The Lincolnshire Poacher