THE PARK SCHOOL
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Park School, Park School,
Hear thy sons and daughters greet thee,
We a loyal band and true come singing,
To our Alma Mater our praise bringing,
Park School, Park School,
High we’ll raise our flag, and long cheer,
As we’re marching on to vict’ry
‘Neath the Brown and White.
Park School, Park School,
All our lessons hard we learn there,
Algebra and Latin lie in wait and
His-to-ry and English keep us late
in
Park School, Park School,
But our motto still is “Strive on”
As we’re marching on to vict’ry
‘Neath the Brown and White.
Park School, Park School,
When our course is done we leave thee,
Still the mem’ry lingers in each
heart
With thoughts of happy days before we part from
Park School, Park School,
When we’re old and gray we’ll still cheer,
As we’re marching on to vict’ry
‘Neath the Brown and White.
Words by Eugene
Randolph Smith, music by Isaac A. Oppenheim