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Bright College Years |
Bright college years, with pleasure rife,
The shortest, gladdest years of life,
How swiftly are ye gliding by,
O, why doth time so quickly fly?
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The earth is green, or white with snow:
But time and change shall naught avail
To break the friendships formed at Yale.
In after-years, should troubles rise
To cloud the blue of sunny skies,
How bright will seem, through mem’ry’s haze,
Those happy, golden by-gone days!
So let us strive that ever we
May let these words our watch-cry be,
Where’er upon life’s sea we sail:
“For God, for Country, and for Yale!”
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The Whiffenpoof Song |
To the tables down at Mory’s,
To the place where Louis dwells,
To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well,
Sing the Wiffenpoofs assembled
With their glasses raised on high,
And the magic of their singing casts its spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing
Of the songs we love so well,
“Shall I wasting,” and “Mavourneen,”
And the rest;
We will seranade our Louis
While life and voice shall last,
Then we’ll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
We’re poor little lambs who have lost our way:
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We’re little lost sheep who have gone astray:
Baa! Baa! Baa!
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,
Damned from here to eternity:
God have mercy on such as we:
Baa! Baa! Baa!
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Wake, Freshman, Wake |
The stars brightly glancing
Behold us advancing,
And kindly smile upon us from on high:
Our summons awaiting,
With hearts loudly beating,
The Freshmen trembling on their couches lie.
Wake! Wake! Freshmen, wake!
Wake while our song smites the sky,
For now, ere we leave you,
We heartily give you,
A welcome into Delta Beta Xi
While some sadly ponder,
Still others will wonder
Why we their doors in silence pass by:
But, O fortunati! O terque beati!
Who hear the mystic call of Beta Xi.
Wake! Wake! Freshmen, wake!
Wake while our song smites the sky,
For now, ere we leave you,
We heartily give you
A welcome into Delta Beta Xi.
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Down the Field |
March, march on down the field,
Fighting for Eli,
Break through the crimson line,
Their strength to defy:
We’ll give a long cheer for Eli’s men,
We’re here to win again.
Harvard’s team can fight to the end,
But Yale will win.
Rah! Rah! Win. Rah!
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Good Night, Harvard |
Good night poor Harvard,
Harvard, good night!
We’ve got your number,
You’re high as a kite.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Good night poor Harvard,
Your tucked in tight.
When the big blue team gets after you,
Harvard, good night!
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Bulldog |
Bulldog, bulldog bow wow wow,
Eli Yale.
Bulldog, bulldog, bow wow wow,
Our team will never fail.
When the sons of Eli
Break through the line,
That is the sign we hail.
Bulldog, bulldog bow wow wow,
Eli Yale.