Edward Little High School Song

There's a school that is dear to the hearts of all;

It is E. L. H. S. fair.

There's a name that whene're we hear its call

Comes a shout that fills the air.

There's a place that we love with a love as true

As the stars in heaven blest;

And though others may jeer, we will join in a cheer

For the bravest, the grandest, the best.

Chorus

Oh, E. L. H. S. for evermore

Conquerors, leaders of the way,

In all competing, never retreating,

We must win today.

So forward then and never quail,

Onward to the victory,

Then we'll sing to thee our

Hail !  Hail !  Hail !

Was there ever a lad who could play the game?

He's from E. L. H. S. fair.

Was there ever a maid, with a lovely name?

She was educated there.

Was there ever a hero whom others praised

For his deeds of eminence?

Then you'll know for his might, he has searched aright,

In a school that is grandest aand best.

Words and Music by George A. Bower, '1903'

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