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 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.