Our thoughts are held in loving thrall
To this, our honored Hall.
Within these walls, we've pondered o'er
The paths that lead to all.
The best that wisdom gives, we've got;
The prize belongs to all.
Our Loyal friendship's flower divine
That bides in Blue and Gold.
Then here's a rousing shout to her
And to her colors bold.
We'll e'er be true and loyal to
The noble Blue and Gold.