Poems (Elliott)/Class Song of 1917—I. H. S.

by Martha Julia Elliott

Class Song of 1917—I. H. S.

(Tune of "We'll Honor Thee, Cornell")

We sing our praises to thy name
And wide thy colors fly,
The Red and Yellow that bespeak
Our noble Ithaca High.
'Twas there we spent four happy years
Each year with joy was fraught
'Twas there we learned from noble minds
The lessons living taught.

      ChorusWe'll honor thee, old High
      For thee we'll do or die,
        Through all our days
        We'll fondly praise
      Our dear old Ithaca High.

And now from out thy sheltering arms
Another class departs
To win for thee new fame and praise
The honor of all hearts.
Our Alma Mater shall remain
To us a sacred spot,
No matter how or where we roam
We can forget it not.