Our happy school days now have gone,
We leave our friends so dear,
We see our future brightly dawn
The distant call we hear.
CHORUS
Farewell to you, S.M.H.S.
Dear teachers, classmates all,
Our future's aim is now success,
From it we ne'er shall fall.
II
Under our Motto, brave and true,
We'll prove a noble band.
Though we be eight, a very few,
United e'er we'll stand.
Marie Costelloe
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