Old Wabash


From the hills of Maine to the Western plain, and where the cotton is blowing,


From the gloomy shade of the northern pine to the light of the southern seas;


There's a name held dear and a color we cheer wherever we find it glowing,


And the tears will rise to our longing eyes as it floats on the evening breeze.


When the day is done, and the western sun is painting in flashing glory


Across the skies with gorgeous dyes the color we love so well;


We love to sit as the shadows flit and praise it in song and story—


We love to shout as the light dies out a good old Wabash yell.

Refrain:


Our prayers are always thine;


Our voices and hearts combine


To sing thy praise when future days


Shall bring they name before us;


When college days are past


As long as life shall last


Our greatest joy will be to shout the chorus:




Chorus:

Dear Old Wabash, thy loyal sons shall ever love thee,


And o'er the classic halls the scarlet flag shall proudly flash.


Long in our hearts we'll bear the sweetest memories of thee,


Long shall we sing thy praises, Old Wabash.