Ode to Old High

The Tired Hand

Postcard 1911

Aye, tear her brick and mortar down!

Long has she stood, Old High!

Many a voice has shouted proud

For black and red banners in the sky.

Her halls have sung with Coyote Pride,

Tears shed for fallen sons;

She’s nurtured her charges for 90 years.

Now, they say, her time is done?

Her walls have sheltered Faith City’s hope.

Her banners they held high.

Like loving arms, she welcomed all

And taught them how to fly.

But well worn tiles shall bear no more

The throng of student masses;

No longer shall her signal bells

Rush stragglers to their classes.

Oh, better that her brick so red

Should fall to the wrecker’s ball!

Let sons and daughters claim them then

To mark her final fall.

So cheer, you Coyotes, cheer!

Cheer with all your might!

Buildings in time must tumble down,

Yet Old High spirit goes not gentle into that good night.

So tear her brick and mortar down!

Long has she held us nigh.

We will not forget, no, never forget

Our beloved Wichita Falls High.