The Brunts School Song

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Brunts School Song

By Fiona Lewin

The Museum recently received a scrapbook of interesting photos and newspaper cuttings about the town.  In amongst these items was this cutting of the Brunts School Song.

Can former pupils remember it and to what tune was it sung?

This page was added on 12/04/2010.
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Nottinghamshire Archives holds a large collection of documents relating to the Brunts School and amongst them is a copy of the music for the school song which was written in 1944 by H S Rosen and A D Sanders, teachers at the school (ref no: S/BX253/111). I remember well vigorously singing the school song on the last day of term in the late 1960s and early 1970s with special emphasis placed on words such as 'whispered' and the note on 'worth' being held as long as possible. If anybody would like to visit and view further records relating to the school which include magazines, photographs, log books, some admission registers, plans of the old school, papers concerning its history and much more, please see the information on our website at www.nottinghamshire.gov.uk/archives or contact us on archives@nottscc.gov.uk.

By Josanne Peet
On 28/04/2010

Happy reminder of my school song, only parts of which I'd remembered. Hi Josanne ! Like you I well remember the older boys hanging on verse endings, teachers cringing, and headmaster Mr Priestley having everyone back at the end of the day to sing properly. He didn't like the foot stomping at verse ends either ! Whatever happened to us all ? They were wonderful times. By Andrew Colclough 20/08/2010

By Andy Colclough
On 23/08/2010

I look back with so many happy memories leaving in 1977 just after it changed to a Comprehensive. Got how we hated wearing our berets LOL Miss Bulter, Mr Bocock and Miss Harness Such happy times

By Maria Howard
On 18/01/2011

I have tried to find out what happened to the old pupils association but was advised in had been disbanded on becoming a comprehensive. Such a shame

By Brian Watkinson 1964-1970

By BRIAN WATKINSON
On 20/02/2011

Just found a prize book given to my grandfather Harry Hooper by Lady Chemside in 1906 ! The name of your school was inside...!

By geoff langton
On 11/02/2012

Just been pondering on the demise of the British Grammar School system . Fond memories of Brunts - and staff & students - Mr . Priestley , & singing the school anthem - the bashing of the feet for the school song ! Mini Mizen - in domski ( domestic science ) & dear old Mr Firth - a brilliant inspirational teacher,.in English Literature . 

Good wishes folks , Linda 

By Linda Nock (now Ponsford)
On 28/04/2014

Was at brunts 1974-1979 and remember with good memories, nursing now and was amazed when a teacher actually remembered me when coming onto my ward in 2007!!!! Mr Priestley, Miss Butler, and all the staff esp Miss Frisby, later to be Mrs Wingrove who supported me and guided me in my chosen career. Yes I became staff nurse and enjoying a long and happy working life. Thank you xxx

By Jeannette Tomczyk
On 18/06/2014

A stirring reminder of wonderful times..... we were always in sooo much trouble for singing it wrong and stamping our feet!!!  I was caned by Ben Priestley and put in detention by so many. John Bocock, Jeff Sodo,  I loved them all. Long live Campbell House !!!! 

By mike hammond
On 14/09/2014

I too thought that Mr Firth was an inspirational teacher but then, as his daughter I am a little biased!! Sadly I have to let you all know that he passed away on 16 Nov 14 at the age of 92.  Ever the teacher one of the last things we discussed was the origins of the word 'cannula'.  His funeral will take place in Edwinstowe on 4th December.

By Rachel Firth
On 27/11/2014

So sorry to hear of the passing of Mr. Firth. He was a good cricketing batsman too, as he demonstrated in the Staff vs. Students games. I remember him once advising us all "If ever you join a club, don't become the secretary: they're the ones who do all the hard work!" Unfortunately I haven't always followed his advice, and when I've felt burdened by that role I always thought of his sound advice. RIP Mr Firth.

By David "Brainy" Brelsford
On 02/12/2014

In response to Fiona Lewin's question - 'can anyone remember the tune of The Brunts School Song' - My musical effort can be found under the page heading: 'Brunts Grammar School, Mansfield: some Memorabilia from the 1950's'

By Don Godfrey
On 22/08/2015

Hi former Bruntonians

I too remember the school song, such a shame Mr Carter the comprehensive headmaster thought the school song was possibly to elitist!! His loss. I can still remember the tune rather somewhat shakily. All the foot stomping and stuff was always much fun. Worth it to have sing again.

Latin with Miss Harness was the best. it set me up for life!!!

By Ali Flint 

 

By ali flint
On 12/05/2016

Brilliant. So many memories and bravo to Don for notating the melody. Classes of '63 still have an annual reunion in Mansfield (usually about 15 of us). I only became aware of this page very recently. However, I can confirm that several of us knew the school song off by heart!! Yes...how we got into trouble holding on to the long notes and drumming our feet. Yes! 'Music detentions'and made to sing it properly!!

Mr Firth (always affectionately known as 'Jack') was my form tutor. He was a fine teacher and a lovely man. So sorry to hear that he had passed away. I remember Brian Watkinson and Andrew Colclough from those distant schooldays.

Rob Bradford

By Rob Bradford
On 31/05/2016

Gosh, this ages me! Yes I remember the song, and all those teachers' names...

Life has changed so much in the ensuing 40 years ... but I have never forgotten those times, or the friends I made ... 

To those who remember the little skinny blond kid ... take care and best wishes

By John Teager
On 04/10/2016

I can still remember all the words to this song! I was in the last sixth form before the school became a comprehensive in 1976.

By Corrynne OSborne (nee Payne)
On 23/03/2017

Only just found this page. I remember the song and quite a lot of the lyrics. Fond memories 

By steve hargrave
On 03/04/2017

Just found this and oh such happy school memories

By Carol Pearson nee Wyatt
On 19/06/2017

I remember it well, and in our reunion (class of 77) in 2003 (?) we actually sung it.

There was an alternative version published around 1973 in the school magazine which I have reproduced below.  

"Emmanuel Grunts was a skinhead staunch,
In the days of weak King Dan.
He’d a knife as big as his walking stick
And he beat up his fellow man.
As he strolled one day down Tooth Hill Lane,
With his bovver boots on and his cycle chain,
He took a pinch of LSD.
“And what shall I do with this?” said he.
Oh! It’s fine to be a skinhead free,
Who boots an d knifes and thumps,
There’s few you’ll find with a nastier mind
Than the stout Emmanuel Grunts.

So he sat him down in his old, grey home
And turned up an old gas bill.
With a cycle chain set close at hand,
He smashed up a window sill.
My boots I leave to my good trustees,
To kick the poor and to bruise their knees,
To boot the lads and the jeweller’s raid,
And apprentice them to a useless trade.
He never forgot how hard a knot,
That boot-laces confront.
And his love-bird Jill bears witness still
To the mind of Emmanuel Grunts.

But the boots he left in the weak king’s day
Gradually grew old.
And his friends sat lat in deep debate
How to keep out the cold.
When a kindly old chain that was hanging near
Whisked off a piece of the Chairman’s ear.
“Build and equip me a boot factory,
That shall show the world what a boot can be”.
That a chain should choose to be let loose,
All nature’s law s affront.
But none can doubt as his boots turned out
The help of Emmanuel Grunts.

So the boots were made and were mass-produced,
And capped with genuine lead.
For the well-made boot will fit a foot
That’s made to meet a ‘Ted’.
And if one day you should choose to meet
A skin head ghost on Leeming Street,
Give him some boot and a bash on the face,
He’ll see your badge and he’ll slash your case.
And so we’ll say till that dreaded day
When use my flick-knife blunts.
No shoes on earth shall match the worth
Of the boots of Emmanuel Grunts.

With apologies

S M AND D R, 1V J

I remember one glorious rendition when the upper school finished a whole line and a half behind the rest.  There was a moment of silence while we all looked at Mr Priestley to see how he would react.  And to his credit he said something about admiring the canon technique of the school, thus ensuring that the whole thing was a learning experience.  

Reading the comments above, John Teager was also the person of whose back we had a distant view during cross country runs.

 

By Peter Moss
On 24/07/2017

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