Here it stands a material structure, a tribute in wood and stone. Hundreds have shared this cherished place yet each calls it his own.

And like the clouds above we'll keep our ideals high. And echo with each whispering breeze: "We love thee Butler High".

We'll sing the Butler War Song; we'll give the fighting cry.
We'll fight the Butler battles; Butler Rebels do or die.
And in the glow of the victory firelight, history cannot deny.
So write a page or two for Butler's fighting crew beneath the Southern sky.