- Men of Dartmouth, give a rouse
- For the College on the hill!
- For the Lone Pine above her,
- And the loyal sons who love her,
- Give a rouse, give a rouse, with a will!
- For the sons of old Dartmouth,
- The sturdy sons of Dartmouth,
- Tho' 'round the girdled earth they roam,
- Her spell on them remains;
- They have the still North in their hearts,
- The hill-winds in their veins,
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- In their muscles and their brains;
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- In their muscles and their brains.
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- They were mighty men of old
- That she nurtured at her side;
- Till like Vikings they went forth
- From the lone and silent North,
- And they strove, and they wrought, and they died;
- But the sons of old Dartmouth,
- The laurelled sons of Dartmouth,
- The Mother keeps them in her heart
- And guides their altar flame;
- The still North remembers them,
- The hill-winds know their name,
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- Keeps the record of their fame;
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- Keeps the record of their fame.
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- Men of Dartmouth, set a watch
- Lest the old traditions fail!
- Stand as brother stands by brother!
- Dare a deed for the old Mother!
- Greet the world, from the hills, with a hail!
- For the sons of old Dartmouth,
- The loyal sons of Dartmouth,
- Around the world they keep for her
- Their old chivalric faith;
- They have the still North in their soul,
- The hill-winds in their breath;
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- Is made part of them till death;
- And the granite of New Hampshire
- Is made part of them till death.
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