<p>this is a spin-off of the college mottos threads. So here’s the only one I know</p>
<p>“Carmen Ohio”-Ohio State University
Oh! Come let’s sing Ohio’s praise
And songs to alma mater raise
While our hearts rebounding thrill
With joy which death alone can still
Summer’s heat or Winter’s cold
The season’s pass, the years will roll
Time and Change will surely show
How firm thy friendship-Ohio</p>
<p>(1st verse anyways)</p>
<p>Brown’s:</p>
<p>Alma Mater, we Hail thee with loyal devotion
And bring to thine altar our off’ring of praise;
Our hearts swell within us with joyful emotion,
As the name of Old Brown in loud chorus we raise.
The happiest moments of youth’s fleeting hours
We’ve passed 'neath the shade of these time-honored walls;
And sorrows as transient as April’s brief showers
Have clouded our life in Brunonia’s halls.</p>
<p>University of Idaho (accompanied the Vandaleer Concert Choir)</p>
<p>And here we have Idaho…
Winning her way to fame…
Silver and Gold in the sunlight blaze,
And romance lies in her name.
Singing, we’re singing of you, ah, proudly, too,
All our lives through we’ll go singing,
Singing of you,
Alma Mater, our Idaho</p>
<p>MIT (c. 1929 version–when my Dad got his master’s degree)</p>
<p>Arise, ye sons of MIT, in loyal brotherhood;
The future beckons unto thee
And life is full and good!
Arise, and raise your steins on high
Tonight shall ever be
A mem’ry that shall never die
Ye sons of M. I. T.!</p>
<p>One more, thy sons, O M. I. T.
Return from far and wide
And gather here once more to be
Renourished by thy side;
And as we raise our steins on high
To pledge our loyalty,
We join thy sons of days gone by
In praise of M. I. T.!</p>
<p>And to think the first woman had graduated from MIT in 1873 (Ellen Swallow Richards)… </p>
<p>When I was at MIT (in the dark ages), there was a satirical song: “My mother was a tech coed.”</p>
<p>Indiana, Indiana
Indiana we’re all for you.</p>
<p>We will fight for the cream and crimson
And the glory of old IU. IU!!!</p>
<p>Never daunted, we never falter.
In the battle, we’re tried and true.
Indiana, Indiana. Indiana we’re all for you. IU</p>
<p>I’m a ramblin’ wreck from Georgia Tech
And a hell of an engineer–
A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, hell of an engineer,
Like all the jolly good fellows,
I drink my whiskey clear.
I’m a ramblin’ wreck from Georgia Tech
And a hell of an engineer.</p>
<p>Oh! If I had a daughter, sir,
I’d dress her in White and Gold.
And put her on the campus
To cheer the Brave and Bold.
But if I had a son, sir,
I’ll tell you what he’d do
He would yell, “TO HELL WITH GEORGIA,”
like his daddy used to do.</p>
<p>Oh! I wish I had a barrel of rum
And sugar three thousand pounds,
A college bell to put it in
And a clapper to stir it round,
I’d drink to all good fellows
Who come from far and near.
I’m a ramblin’, gamblin’,
Hell of an engineer! Hey! </p>
<p>This was obviously from the days before Georgia Tech went coed.</p>
<p>There was another absolutely disrespectful song the Tech men sang (to the same tune as the above) about the girls of Agnes Scott, which I will not (and can not) repeat here. BTW, at that time, the phone number for the dorms at Agnes Scott was: 373-2571 (better remembered as “FREAKS-1”). Funny how I still remember that number.</p>
<p>Official Lyrics (more or less):</p>
<p>We are ever true to Brown
for we love our college dear
and wherever we may go,
we are ready with a cheer!
And the people always say
that you cannot beat Brown men
with their rah-rah-rah! & their sis-boom-bah!
and their B-R-O-W-N</p>
<p>Modern Lyrics:</p>
<p>We are ever true to Brown
for we love our college dear
and wherever we may go
we are ready with a beer!
And the people always say (whadda they say?)
that you can’t out drink Brown men (and women!)
with their scotch and rye and their whiskey dry
and their B-O-U-R-B-O-N.</p>
<p>Torchbearers
Pomona College</p>
<p>Drum beats roll oer the silence profound
Far above Pomona.
Chanting braves making echoes resound
Far above Pomona
Gold down feathers each ghostly flame
Loomed gainst the embers while soft there came
Born through the gloom like a feather of flame
He ne terra toma</p>
<p>Southland slopes in their sunlit repose
Lie around Pomona
Soft winds breathing of poppy and rose
Sigh around Pomona
Stern was the promise our fathers knew
Pine clad ridges of misted blue
Scent of the sagebrush and yucca that grew
High around Pomona
He ne terra toma</p>
<p>Ours be the faith of the builders whose dream
Raised out fair Pomona
Bear we the torch of their honor and scheme
Blazed oer fair Pomona
Where bleak and barren the sagebrush rode
Lies green orchards of fruited gold
Glory to those who with vision of old
Gazed oer fair Pomona
He ne terra toma</p>
<p>This is the most beautiful college with which I am acquainted. I didn’t go to Pomona, but the words were rewritten in 1930 by an English teacher at Pomona who later taught at my high school, Ramsey Harris. The melody and refrain are from an 1880s Ghost Dance ritual that was over heard by a student and a professor who were camping in the mountains at about 10,000 feet (high above Pomona). Subsequent Native American students have been unable to translate the refrain.</p>
<p>This is how I’ve heard it:</p>
<p>Ever True to Brown</p>
<p>We are ever true to Brown,
For we love our college dear,
And wherever we may go,
We are ready with a cheer!
And the people always say,
(What do they say?)
That you can’t outshine
Brown men, (or women!)
With their RAH! RAH! RAH!
And their KI! YI! YI!
And their B R O W . . . N!</p>
<p>I am a little hazy on the original lyrics due to all the bourbon.</p>
<p>:)</p>