THE PARK SCHOOL SONG

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