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