Our Alma Mater
‘Tween the hills of Old Siluria,
Nestles Thompson High.
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Neath the Southern skies.
Long between the walls we’ve lingered,
All with kindred minds.
We, to thee, and to each other,
Find a tie that binds.
Soon we’ll leave thee, Thompson High School
As the years roll by.
And we’ll always hold thy banner
Upward to the sky.
Thompson! Thompson! Dear Old Thompson,
True to thee we’ll be.
We will always love and honor,