Oh Hackensack, dear Alma Mater,
For thee we raise the gold and blue.
And strive to lift thy banner higher
In each and everything we do.
And when we bring up to thy altar
Trophies from Football, Field and Track,
We'll mingle many hearts and voices
In praise of Hackensack!
But high school friendships all must sever
And fade, as does the dying day.
And comrades all must come to parting
As out in life we mend our way.
Whatever fate may hold in secret
May we turn our memories back,
Renew once more our old devotion
For thee, dear Hackensack.