• Alma Mater

    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.