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Alma Mater
Proudly waves old West High's emblem, black and orange fair.
Floats triumphant in the breezes, no dishonor there.
Student days have fondest memories.
Comrades here we stand.
As our troth to Alma Mater, pledge we hand in hand.
From thy halls, dear Alma Mater, we at length must part;
But thy memories shall not perish from one student's heart.
Far away on life's broad highway, all must fortune try;
Still our loving hearts will cherish, thoughts of thee, West High.
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