"The Orange and the Black "

Thru the 8 long years of school life,
Midst the scenes we know so well
As the mystic charm to knowledge,
We vainly seek to spell,
Or we win athletic victories
On the baseball field or track
Still we work for dear old Horace Mann,
The orange and the black.

When the cares of life o'r take us,
Mingling fast our locks with gray.
Should our dearest hopes betray us.
False fortune fall away.
Still we banish cares and sadness,
As we turn our memories back
And recall those days of gladness
'Neath the orange and the black.