Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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NINETEEN THREE ff Tune of U Little Boy in Bluefl How we love our dear old Bradford, with its ivy-covered walls, And the joy that ever echoes through its stately, dear old halls- Where the hours of play and pleasure roll by on the wings of fung But when exams assail us, 'tis then that we want to run. But alack and alas E the morning-it is the time we dread, When the frightful noise of the clanging gong takes us out of bed. How we scramble and rush and hustle to be ready at twenty-five past, For we think it a fate most direful until luncheon time to fast. We know that we have our critics in quaint old Bradford towng When we eat our sweets in public, how darkly do they frowng But we hope, when they see us coming, our smiles they 'll be glad to see, For of all schools in the country, Bradford ls the place for me.

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THE CHIMES Bradford Song ANNIE snwvicu DOWNS I Tunc of Auld Lang Sync As youthful hopes and joys depart, And swift life's days decline, Still close and closer clings the heart 'l'o days of auld lang syne. To auld lang syne, dear friends, To auld lang syne, We clasp the hand and lift the song, To auld lang syne! And though in distant lands we roam, And strange stars o'er us shine, We ne'er forget the light of home, The light of auld lang synel ' Of auld lang syne, dear friends, Qf auld lang syne, So clasp the hand and lift the song 'l'o auld lang syne ! When time was long, and friends were near, And dear the task and rule, The book and bell, the song and cheer, Of our old Bradford school. In auld lang syne, dear friends, In auld lang syne, So clasp the hand, and lift the song, To auld lang syne l So banish care, forget the wrong, To friendship's joys incline, And quaff the cup and swell the song, And hail to auld lang syne. To auld laiiig syne, dear friends, To auld lang syne, Clasp close the hands, raise high the song To auld lang syne.

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THE CHIMES Class Songs Tune of Stein Song. Give a cheer, then, in December, For our hearts with joy are light, And on this day of winter Our faces all are bright. CHORUS For it 's always fair weather When two classes get together, Dashing through the snowdrifts, With the sleigh-bells ringing 'clear For we 're all glad tonight, And our hearts with joy are light. So here 's to the juniors- The class of Naughty-Four. Tune of Under the Bamboo Treef' Oh, we like to sleigh On a cold winter's day With the Juniors so jolly and gay. We 're all from B. A., And we 're singing this lay To these gay girls of 1904, For we love to go On at sleighride, you know, Through the white and drifted snow And tho' now we are glad, Our hearts will be sad When this jolly ride is o'er.