Alma Mater
ALMA MATER
There stands a true and noble friend
Within whose hallowed halls,
The days of youth so soon to end,
Sweet mem'ry now recalls.
Were spent in happy hours long
'midst friends we loved so well
in heartfelt thanks we sing this
song and of our school days tell.
Oh, Pulitzer, oh Pulitzer
The scene of happy days.
Oh, Pulitzer, oh Pulitzer
Thy glories we will praise.
As years go by, from far and near,
We'll raise our voices high,
And sing to thee, our school so dear,
Our friend of days gone by.
For thee, our Alma Mater dear,
Our songs will fill the sky.
