Polytechnic, Alma Mater!
Name that fills our
hearts with pride;
We are toiling onward, upward,
With you for our help and guide.
You are Queen, and with your scepter.
O’er each loyal heart hold sway,
While we strive to win new honors
For the Blue and Gray.
Sons and daughters of Poly, raise
Your voices in a joyous song.
Boast her triumphs, sing her praises.
Sing them loud and long.
And when college days are over
And we’ve said our last farewell, |
Then we try to probe the future.
What it holds no one can tell.
When into the world we wander,
Each upon his chosen way,
May we ever prove a credit
To the Blue and Gray.
Sons and daughters of Poly, raise
Your voices in a joyous song.
Boast her triumphs, sing her praises,
Sing them loud and long.
Freshmen come and Seniors leave her
Yet she ever firm will stay.
Hail, all hail O Polytechnic
And the Blue and Gray. |