OSWEGOHIGH
BY Sybil Sharp, 1919

Come let us sing our high school praise.
Come let us sing of by-gone days.
Sing of the days she went to war.
Sing of the days that are no more.

And to the heavens raise our song.
For now we make a mighty throng.
And tho' we pass life's open gates.
We'll ne'er forget our high school mates.

CHORUS
Oswego High, Oswego High.
Oh may your glory never die.
Oswego High, Oswego High.
Oh may your glory never die.

O O OSW, E E EGO
OSW, EGO
OSWEGO!