BUCYRUS REDMEN ALMA MATER

To Bucyrus High we raise our song, Oh School we love so well,
The name that sets our hearts aflame, And makes our voices ring.
To Bucyrus High, our dear old high, In praise our voices swell,
The scenes of happy High Scholl days, The Home we love so well.
Oh mourning glow which gilds the east, Oh sun which shines at noon
Oh stars which bloom at eventide, Oh radiant, glowing moon.

Look from the pathless, azure dome, And blessings from above,
Our High School halls and High School walls, the B.H.S. we love.
When from the fold we far shall stray, With souls no longer young,
We’ll ne’er forget our High School day, Those days gone by,
And when our steps have feeble grown, Our journey almost done,
E’en then with fleeting breath we’ll praise Our dear Bucyrus High.