In the heart of dear old Dixie,

Where the sun doth shine;

Proudly stands our Alma Mater,

As the years roll by.



Forward ever; be our watchword,

Conquer and prevail.

Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,

Beatrice High, All hail.



When we from these halls have parted,

And life's battle's on;

May the great White Spirit guide us

'Til eternal dawn.