Peddie to Thee (alma mater) When evening falls on Peddie’s halls, Then we our songs shall raise, From times of old, her blue and gold Come down to guide our ways. As life goes by we still hold high Her light that all may see. In future days, we’ll sing in praise, Dear Peddie School, of thee! Life knows no care, the world is fair, For all of us today. The light may pale and strength may fail; Tomorrow’s skies grow grey. We cannot know, as on we go, But this our pledge shall be: Whate’er befalls, when Peddie calls We all shall come to thee! Written by George S. Parsons, composer and lyricist; father of C. Sanford Parsons ’31, George B. Parsons ’33 and grandfather of C. Anthony Parsons ’61
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