ALMA MATER

As the days go by with swiftness

 That form the passing years,

 To our dear old alma mater,

 We raise our songs and cheers.

To old high we pledge our favor

 No honor shall She lack,

 While we pledge ourselves defenders

 of the Orange and the Black.

When the cares of life o’retake us

And our locks are tinged with gray

Our deepest hopes betray us,

False fortunes fall away

We can banish care and sadness

And turn our memories back

And recall the days of gladness

Neath the Orange and the Black.