Dear Old Central High

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!

~Don Countermine