Alma Mater

On the city's southern border,
Reared against the sky,
Proudly stands our Alma Mater
As the years go by.

Cherished by her sons and daughters
Memories sweet shall throng,
Round our hearts our Alma Mater
As we sing this song.

Forward ever be our watchword,

Conquer and prevail.
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Trimble High, all hail!