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.