Fight Song

On ole Murphy, on ole Murphy

Run; right thru that line.

Run the ball around the goal post;

Touchdown sure this time.

RAH! RAH! RAH!

On ole Murphy, on ole Murphy,

Fighting for our fame.

Fight fellows, Fight! Fight! Fight!

We'll win this game

Alma Mater

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.

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.