Once again now our schoolmates assemble
With fain, we lift our hearts in song
To our High School, our dear Alma Mater
Let gladness the moments prolong,
We are proud of our lads and our lasses
Of honors won in days gone by
So here's a cheer for our old high school
For our old high school, our dear old high,
Here's to our classes; Here's to our lasses;
Here's to the lads they adore,
Here's to the SENIORS so mighty; JUNIORS so flightly;
FRESHIES and SOPHOMORES!
Let mirth and gladness banish all sadness
And as the days go by, you'll find us ready and steady
Boosting for our Old High.
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