Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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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.

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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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NINETEEN THREE Class of '03 This year of '03 we meet to part, Heigho l heigho ! heigho l heigho 1 We watch the Flying moments dartg Alas ! how swift they go. But what care we? Our hearts are brave K We 'll laugh at fate, our tears we 'll saveg And high above our heads we'1l wave The flag of Nineteen Three. Of course we 've done a thing or two, Heigho ! heigho ! heigho l heigho 1 Which in our hearts we rue, we do, Heigho! heigho! heigho. But then, we meant no harm, you knowg Dear Bradford was a trifle slow, And we have really made her go,- This class of Nineteen Three. And so we 'll sing a lively song, Yoho I yoho ! yoho ! yoho ! Ah me I we know 'tis not for long, So sing before we go. We 'll hll with joy each passing day, And laugh and sing with work and play, Until in june we 'll sadly say, Good-bye, dear Nineteen Three. So rig-a-jig-jig and away we go, I-Ieigho ! heigho I heigho l heigho ! Rig-a-jig-jig, for in june we go, These girls of Nineteen Three.