O Harpeth Hall, O place beloved,
Thy beauty crowns the hill;
In strength and grace thy walls arise
Above the woodland still.
Our voices ring with happiness,
Our hearts are filled with pride,
As here each girl finds for herself
The joys that will abide.
So light of heart and free, we pledge
Allegiance through the years.
As old girls with the new girls share
The pleasure that endears.
Thy standard from the hilltop waves
In dark magnolia green
And of thy destiny so fair
Proud privilege to sing!
- Martha Corwin Gregory