ALMA MATER
Peddie to Thee
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 to-
day. The light may pale and strength may fail, to-
morrow's skies grow gray. We cannot know, as
on we go, but this our pledge shall be: What-
e'er befalls, when Peddie calls, we
all shall come to thee!