Awake, awake, when Shandon rings into the crisp
Australian air
Be glad or grave the tale it brings, we shall be
there, we must be there.
When duty calls, when pleasure waits, the tongue
of Shandon, day by day,
Peals out the message of the fates that guide the
dear old A.C.K

A.C.K strive for it's high renown,
A.C.K never let it down.
A.C.K honour to it come what may,
It shall never be our aim to battle for the fame
And the glory of the A.C.K

For friends, for friends, Old Shandon's peal
cements a friendship well begun;
And thro' the years, for woe or weal, it's note
shall guide us everyone.
When afar our footsteps roam, ?mid strangers on a
distant day,
Dear mem'ries of our home from home shall bind us
still to A.C.K