School Song

School days always seem to tell a story

Of love and hope and sometimes victory.

The end is come. Our task is done in glory

Which speaks to us as high school days gone by.

Abbott High, Abbott High

You're the dearest school to me.

High school days, high school days,

Emblem of our memories.

To your graduates joy will come

Of the many victories won.

Dearest school beneath the sun

My Abbott High!

Dedicated to: L. C. McKamie

Words by: W. Reed Dawson

Music by: Estaline Foster Cartwright

Margaret Gardner

1938-1939