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.