Oh Guy’s Hill High the echo sounds

I hear you call; calling me

Your bells are ringing island round

Moulded lives give thanks to thee

 

Chorus:

Dear Guy’s Hill High

You taught me well

To be Jamaican proud;

Honest, upright,

Loving and true

Tall as the willows

Strong as the hills

We’ve climbed to you.

 

Nestled on a green St. Catherine mount

Our Homes, our school, our teachers

Great Guy’s Hill High can give account

Make us in our school believers

 

We praise and give thee thanks with love

For being a kind God-fearing school

Moulded minds guided from above

Making ready with life’s tools.

 

We love, cherish great Guy’s Hill High

These halls are our forever

This our school we’ll hold on high

And sing her praise forever.