In days of old, when Spaniards bold
Were sailing Mobile Bay,
A dream was born, one early morn;
That dream's come true today.
Now colleges and high schools, too,
May have tradition old,
But none can boast the glorious birth
Of Murphy's blue and gold.
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They built a shrine to knowledge fine.
They called it Murphy High
A soul was there, a soul so fair,
Whose spirit shall never die.
They took the blue of deepest hue,
The blue of southern sky,
They took the gold from sun so old,
The colors of Murphy High.