02/16/2005
Union High
School
While our
youthful hearts are true
Days are
bright and skies are blue
Union High,
oh Union High
We will sing
to you.
For the gold
and black we'll sing
And our
praise will ever ring.
Honor to thy
name we'll bring.
Dear old
Union High.
Union High!
Lander
University
O Lander,
hear our joyous song,
We chant a
hymn of praise.
To thee our
paeans aye belong
So heart and
voice we raise.
Each loyal
heart is filled with pride
As name of
thine with joy we call
And know
whate'er each one betide
We love thee
best of all.
From thee
we've learned to know the stars
And
philosophic lore;
We call old
Clio's mysteries ours
And have a
thirst for more,
We've learned
to speak in many a tongue,
We've dipped
in arts of many a land,
The beauteous
lays the bards have sung,
We've heard
-- led by thy hand.
When comes at
last the time to part,
When from thy
halls we go,
Each true and
loyal Lander heart
Will feel a
pang of woe.
Ah, Alma
Mater, hail to thee!
Fond love for
thee fills ev'ry breast,
Thy name, O
Lander, e'er will be
The name we
love the best.
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