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Come, let us sing old Central's praise,

Come, let us sing of bygone days.

Sing of the days she went to war,

Sing of the days that are no more.

And to the heavens raise our song

For now we make a mighty throng.

And though we pass life's open gates,

We'll not forget our college mates.

                                                                                         

Sing of our dean and teachers true,

Sing now a verse for Prexy, too.

Sing, and her name to breezes fling,

That all her friends may also sing.

Ours is the flag of red and white,

Ours is the flag of truth and right.

Long may our college virtues hold,

That here today by us are told.