We praise thee, our high school, and honor thy name,

And watch thee while classes sweep out with thy fame.

There daily I wander as morn rises high,

My books and my teacher's sweet face in my eye.

How pleasant thy walls and sweet classrooms below!

We'll praise thee, our high school, and honor thy name.

With warmest affection our tribute we pay,

To thee, dear old "Swansea", our high school today.