Class Song 

By Edward McKean

(Tune: ‘‘Smiles’’)

Dear old Sharon High,

I will praise you to the sky,

And I’ll boost you, as I used to

As in years gone by.

Dear old school of mine,

I will always hold you high,

For my years of study in thee

Have gone swiftly by. 

Chorus:

There’s the time we spent as Freshies, 

That’s the time we spent in fun.

There’s the time we spent as idle Sophomores, 

When we tried our lessons hard to shun.

There’s the time we spent as highbrow Juniors, 

We were drifting down through Time’s worn hall,

But now’s the time when we are Seniors, 

Where we will “goodby” to all. 

When we were Freshies green

We held aspirations keen

To be Seniors, yes be Seniors

And not just Freshies green.

But now we are nearly gone,

And we sing our Farewell Song,

We are Seniors, yes, we’re Seniors

But we won’t be long.