First Verse
To your call once
more we rally;
Alma
Mater hear our praise;
Where the Wabash
spreads its valley,
Filled with joy
our voices raise.
From the skies in
swelling echoes
Come the cheers
that tell the tale
Of your vict’ries and your heroes,
Hail Purdue, we
sing all hail!
Chorus
Hail Hail to old Purdue!
All Hail to our
old gold and black!
Hail Hail to old Purdue!
Our friendship
may she never lack.
Ever greatful, ever true,
Thus we raise our
song anew
Of the days we’ve
spent with you
All Hail our own
Purdue
Second Verse
When in after
years we’re turning,
Alma mater back
to you,
May our hearts
with love be yearning
For the scenes of
old Purdue.
Back among your
pathways winding
Let us seek what
lies before,
Fondest hopes and
aims e’er finding,
While we sing of
days of yore.
Third verse
In the band we
march and swagger
As we play for
old Purdue.
At the halftime
we do shows
No other band on
earth could do.
When we cheer the
earth will tremble,
For we’re known
throughout the land
As the best in
marching music,
We’re the boilermaker band!
First Verse
Come along let us
join in a song.
Hail to old
Purdue!
On the Wabash she
stands
With her
welcoming hands,
As an alma mater
true.
Far and wide
she’s our own Hoosier pride,
Ever we loyal
will be,
So we’ll sing it
out,
And raise a
shout,
For our
university
Chorus
Then hail! All
Hail to old Purdue
The pride of all
the west
We’ll sing out
the story,
And we’ll tell of
the glory,
Of the school we
love the best.
Then hail! All
Hail to old Purdue
Our alma mater
true,
And we’ll ever
stand,
Every heart and
hand,
For the honor of
old Purdue!
Second Verse
Once again in a
mighty refrain,
Hail to old
Purdue!
From the ends of
the earth,
Men have heard of
her worth,
And have found
her to be true.
She’s so grand
she’s the best in the land,
Ne’er can her
full worth be told,
Tho’ both loud and long,
Her alumni,
strong,
May sing of the black and gold.
Here’s the fighting
varsity,
That wears the
black and gold.
They fear no foe
And they hit them
low.
Let’s give them
all three mighty cheers,
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Here’s the
fighting team, boys,
That fights for
old Purdue.
With loyal hearts
We will play our
parts
As we yell for
old Purdue.
Purdue, Purdue,
Rah! Rah!
Purdue, Purdue,
Rah! Rah!
Hoorah! Hoorah!
Bully for old Purdue.
The Alma Mater
Close by the
Wabash,
In famed Hoosier
land,
Stands old
Purdue,
Serene and grand.
Cherished in
memory,
By all her sons
and daughters true,
Fair Alma Mater,
All hail Purdue.
Fairest in all
the land,
Our own Purdue.
Fairest in all
the land,
Our own Purdue.
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