Let us sing the praises
Of our dear old school.
Where we strive for knowledge,
With our guide the golden rule.

To you, Alma Mater,
Loyal will we be,
And we'll tell our children
Of your fame and majesty.

As the years go by,
You still we stand,
Honored and beloved
Throughout the land.

Always there to guide us
Through the darkest night
Like a light beside us
B.C. spirit shinning bright.

Written by E. Battaglin