Clifton will always be royal
The host of Bristol; oh Britania
Like the Queen's finest
Jewellery crowned on the hill
Oh grace, great Alexandria of old Greek
King Costus and Queen Sabinella
Today your very own sits
On the hills of Clifton, viewing the sight
At court with Wills memorial
If there was a building, to stand as royal, oh hail
Oh saint of Catherine I am in your court
To know your essence; Joan of Arc named you
Office windows and office doors revolving
In comes, out goes; your crusade to venture
Pitched in Clifton, Britania oh glory, St. Catherine
To be the crown on the hill that stands
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