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School Song

Let others sing of college days,
Their Alma Mater true,
But when we raise our voices,
‘Tis only, High, for you.
We’ll ne’er forget those days gone by,
Those glorious days of old,
When oft we sang the praises of
The crimson and the gold.


Dear high, dear Central High
Thy mem’ries never die.
Thy honor we’ll cherish and
Laud it to the sky,
On ballfield or in life,
In peace or deadly strife,
For thee we all will labor,
For thee, oh, dear old High!

Second verse to be sung by alumni only

But when at last we leave behind
Thy shelt’ring portals wide,
Thy honor still we’ll cherish,
Whate’er may us betide.
And when we congregate again
With tuneful voice and strong,
With joyful hearts once more we’ll sing
This same old glorious song.



– Words by Horace M. Shell (112) and Francis A. Wade (112)

– Music by John L. Waldman, (112)

– Arranged by Francis Murphy

– Second to the last line of the chorus was revised during the 1995 – 1996 school year