Class of 1955, Inc.
We fain would lift our hearts in song,
To our High School, our dear Alma Mater,
Let gladness the moments prolong;
We are proud of her lads and her 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 Senior's so "Mighty"
Junior's so "Flighty"
"Freshy" and Sophomore
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."