On the banks of the Mohawk
Stands the dear old Central High,
Where we spend our days together
And sing out the victory cry!
Through the halls that ring with laughter
And in faces young and bright,
Burns the spirit of youth eternal
Which makes our dark days bright.
In all sports and in the classroom
Our best we’ll always try,
And though error should beset us
Our purpose we’ll keep high.
When we leave these days forever
Good times we’ll ne’er forget.
These school days we’ll remember
With great pride and no regret!