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MURRAY COUNTY POETRY

Poems by Murray Poets and Poems About Murray County
Chatsworth High School
A Poem and a Song
Probably authored by Gwendolyn Brooks,
Class of 1927


Poem:

How can we leave thee
How can we from thee depart
Thou only hast our heart
Dear old high school
Thou has this soul of mine
So closely bound to thine
No other school we love
Save thee alone.

Tho we from thee may roam
Far from our high school home
We yet will think of thee,
Dear old high school
Flowers and hope may die
Yet love with us shall stay
That can not pass away
Dear old high school.

Song:

There's a dear old class at Chatsworth
We will always love the memory
Of each member true and loyal
Who has made this class so dear.
We have labored long together
In dark and sunny weather
The class of twenty-seven
Is the class that we adore.

Chorus:

Beneath the shadow of Cohutta
Where the mountain breezes blow
We, the class of twenty-seven
Have labored long you know
Ties of friendship we have woven
That never can be broken
So here's to Chatsworth High School
We will ere to her be true.
We have found much fun and pleasure
Here at dear old C. H. S.
More than anyone can measure
We love this dear old class.
Like our flower, the white carnation
May our lives be always pure.
And our Motto ere remember
"Labor conquers everything."


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