This is the dear school where we learn how to treasure,

And keep for a lifetime all that’s noble and true,

To serve the Lord God in the love of our neighbour,

O Wah Yan, we are proud of and grateful to you.

In all that we do, whether duty of pleasure,

We count not the cost, but unselfishly strive,

What’s mean or unmanly we shun with displeasure,

Come praise or come blame we hold our heads high.

Old boys of Wah Yan cherish fond recollections,

Of those who here taught us the best things to choose,

Home of our friendships, our hopes, and affections,

O Wah Yan all our lives we’ll be worthy of you