St Malachy

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St Malachy
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Group type College
Parent Group Adora
University University of Wollongong
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The following information has been taken from the College of St Malachy website's About us page.


The College of Saint Malachy began as a vague notion in the minds of Brendan Lloyd (who at the time was known as Lysander) and David Jacques (known as Diederic) at Rowany Festival AS XXXI (1997).

A few months after Festival, a four hour demo was held on-campus which drew approximately 30 members (and this on a relatively unpopulated day at Uni!). Kudos to Lord Tancred Enrico de Castrogiovanni and Baron Martin le Mechant for their enthusiasm and assistance on that day.

Our first feast was held on Friday 8th August 1997, at which we were presented a treaty of alliance from the College of St Ursula. Our populace was also bequeathed with another treaty by our then fellow Agaricans at the Agaricus Wynter’s Ende Feast. Such honourable advances were discussed thoroughly by the College populace and, in the spirit of friendship and fun, we accepted both Shire of Agaricus and College of St Ursula as our allies.

The Shire of Adora (then known as Colles Ardorum) formed in 2004 and its boundaries encompass the University of Wollongong. Previously our college had been part of the Shire of Agaricus.

Changes in inter-college politics has seen the alliance with the College of St Ursula lapse. St Malachy formed an alliance with the College of St Aldhem prior to Rowany Festival AS XLV (2011).


The Song of St Malachy was created as an entry to an arts and sciences competition at Flame Tree Ball 2005 where the flame tree was required to be included, and is sung to the tune of “You Are My Sunshine”. The Song of St Malachy is copyright 2005 Padraic Lowther (Patrick Neumann) and is published with permission.

I do hail from, a mighty College,
Sited in a worthy Shire.
Well known for, our love of dancing,
Spun beneath our trees of fire.

A sable tower, on field of argent,
On chief vert wavy, a proper book.
And when in battle, we’ll take all comers,
Of our backs, you’ll never get a look.

Our foemen fear us, and with good reason,
A course of caution, we think it wise.
Our shields are strong, our arrows blunted,
And our knees are galvanised.

With filthy Scotsmen, and genteel dancers,
Worthy fighters, and bad monkeys,
And with our Allies, those of the Red Bear,
We’ll march on to more Victories.

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