Vitai Lampada
There's a breatthless hush in the Close to-night-
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! Play up! and play the game!"
The sand ot the desert is sodden red, -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; -
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! Play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And nome that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind -
"Play up! Play up! and play the game!"



Os notifico que:
LA HARKA DE ASPIZUA de Don Jorge Aspizua Turrión, va a dejar de funcionar eternamente por fallecimiento de Jorge, el pasado día 7 de Junio del 2011, Dando gracias por el interés mostrado de amigos y conocidos. Solo les pido que tengan el recuerdo presente de él y recen una oración en su memoria. Firmado Iñaki Aspizua