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.