Among the hills of Old
St. Lawrence
Stands the school we love so well.
Where we spent so many bright and happy days;
Its fond memories will linger
In our hearts to cheer and bless
As we toil along life's rough and rugged ways.
Then her praises we will sing
Till the echoes 'round us ring
And we'll sing them with a will forever more,
For we're singing of the glories
Of our dear old G.H.S.
May they echo from the mountains to the shore.
