John Whitbread

Daniel Boone

Our days here are done now.

Although we must go,

Our thoughts here will linger,

Our memories glow.

In joy and in sorrow,

Though time makes its test,

We'll always remember, 

Our own B.H.S.

Wherever we wander,

Whatever we do,

Our cherished memories

Oft times we will view,

Through clear days of blue skies

When memories are embers

We'll think of thee often

And good times remember.

The time now is ended

Our school years went fast

The days which so slowly came

Have now swiftly past.

Through bright days and dark ones

When others forsake us

You'll still be beside us

Our own B.H.S.