Bradford Academy - Chimes Yearbook (Haverhill, MA)

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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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NINETEEN THREE 109 '04 to '03 To the Lune of On the Road to Mandalay. By the Merrimack River, which flows eastward to the sea, Is the school of quaint old Bradford, which is dear to you and meg ' And thefwind blows o'er the campus, and the willow seems to say: Come you back, you dear old Seniors, come you back to old B. Af' CHORUS Come you back to old B. A., E Where the girls are always gayg Can 't you hear their laughter ringing as they joke from day to day? . Come you back to old B. A., A Where the squirrels and robins play, And the birds are singing sweetly and the year is always May. There the gold is always lovely when it's matched with emerald green, And the '03's class banner is the daintiest ever seeng Though just around the corner another holds the Floor, And when you see the violet you know 'tis 1904. CHORUS In the years that swift are coming when the school days are no more, You 'll backward look with smiling eyes on the jolly days of yore. And remember that, though as Seniors you now own the world and more, just one little year distant 'twill be owned by l904 CHORUS

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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.