KANSAS UNIVERSITY WEEKLY.
11
Rise and Sing.
WHEN an old K. U. student meets a "silver gray" from some other Alma Mater does he feel that the man is drawn back to the halcyon days of college life by a stronger tie of love than he himself has ever felt? Does he feel that his memories of those four years lack the vividness that unity of college spirit and community of interest gives them? No doubt, there are many sons of Kansas who have never felt that there was anything missing from their University life or their memories of it; many who are not sensible of a want. But there are those who feel it here and feel it when they go away and wonder why; wonder if it is their own fault or the "loving mother's?"
Our University will soon be too old to plead youth as a cause for lack of college traditions. Now is a good time to begin. One, two, Ready! sing!
Class caste and college rushes in some way form a part of that infinite something we call college spirit, but those things appeal to the louder emotions, the animal natures. There is something else that holds and binds hearts together more closely than these feats of strength and strategy. These are ephemeral. There is a deeper college spirit that lasts for a longer day. What is it that makes the tear come to the eye of a Princeton man when he hears "The Orange and the Black?" What is it that makes a Harvard man's heart beat faster when the strains of "Fair Harvard" float upon the air? With a kind of wireless telegraphy they bring to his senses scenes and sounds of college days.
Thre is a college spirit born and bred of singing college songs, and that is what K. U lacks!
Thre Cheers for K. S. U.
TUNE: DLE WACHT AM RHEIN.
The year rolls round, the days return,
Our hearts with ancient fervor burn
To gather in the dear old place
And greet our loving mother's face;
To her our hearts will aye be true,
Three rousing cheers, three cheers for K.S.U.
Her sons and daughters gather here,
A growing family year by year,
And loyal to the generous state
That makes our Alma Mater great;
To her our hearts will aye be true,
Three rousing cheers, three cheers for K.S.U.
If envious tongues assail her fame,
We'll load the winds with her good name
And point with honest Kansas pride
To wisdom's portals opened wide
To her our hearts will aye be true.
Three rousing cheers, three cheers for K.S.U
K. U. Band.
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TUNE: GIDEON'S BAND Old Kansas she did build K, U. For her children fair and true.
CHORUS.
If you belong to K. U. Band,
Why here's my heart and here's my hand.
Rock-chalk, K. S. U.
Why did she set her on a hill?
So she'd be on top, and she's on top still.
Crimson and the Blue.
TUNE: CARMEN.
Far above the golden valley Glorious to view. Stands one noble Alma Mater Towering towards the blue.
CHORUS.
Lift the chorus ever onward The crimson and the blue. Hail to thee our Alma Mater, Hail to K.S.U.
Far above the distant humming Of the busy town,
Reared against the dome of heaven,
Looks she proudly down.
CHORUS.
From Mount Oread's heights she gazes, Far beyond the Kaw. Blessing all the sons and daughters. Who have gone before.
CHORUS.
Greet we then our foster mother,
Noble friend so true,
We will ever sing her praises
Dear old K. S. U.
Lawrence University Song.
TUNE: "YANKEE DOODLE."
Our Lawrence boys are good and true;
Our Lawrence girls are too sir!
Although they hail not from the state
Of Yankee Doodledo, sir!
We love our western woods and ways,
Our fountains fresh of knowledge,
We love our boys; we love our girls,
We love our dear old college.
Then Lawrence hail! we wish thee joy. Fulfill thy grand endeavor To send forth men and women whom The world shall bless forever.
CHORUS.
Our lawyers sit on judge's bench. And speak in courtly phrases. Our doctors wise and wiser look, And ride in covered chaises. Our merchants ply their busy trade, Their flocks our pastors nourish, And write "D. D." below their names, With ministerial flourish.
CHORUS.
Our girls are busy, glad the place Their happy presence graces. With cultured mind and cultured heart And winning ways and faces. E'en now we yield no worthy claim To Harvard or to Vassar. Some day we'll see old Lawrence, where No college can surpass her.
CHORUS.
Rock-Chalk, Jay-Hawk, K. U.
TUNE: AMERICA.
Rock-chalk, Jay-hawk, K. U! To crimson and to blue Thy sons are true. High o'er Mount Oread's crest Long float thy banner blest Let ring from loyal breast Rock-chalk, K. U!
When from thy classic halls,
The World to duty calls,
Thy sons so true;
Where c'eer on earth they're found,
Their hearts with joy abound,
To hear that welcome sound,
Rock-chalk, K. U.!
We know not why, K. U.
We love, but yet we do,
Thou tried and true;
Glad hearts to thee we bring,
We love thy praise to sing,
Long let the chorus ring,
Rock-chalk, K. U!
TUNE: BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
The old college rises
Where the free winds sport their will
Dear old Alma Mater,
Standing high upon the hill,
Loved of our boyhood,
And we love, we love her still,
And shout her jubilee.
CHORUS.
Glory! Glory! sing we Alma Mater's worth,
Glory to the son, that she is sending forth!
May they be the honor and the pride of the earth,
And shout her jubilee.
Come we over mountains
And from rivers far away,
Homes beside the ocean
And from fields of dying day,
Singing, shouting, leaping,
As we did of old at play,
And shout her jubilee.
CHOEUS.
Fold us once more, fondly,
To thy bosom, white as snow;
Feed us wine and kisses
And then bless us ere we go,
Parted till the air of heaven
Over us doth blow
At the final jubilee.
CHORUS.
Rig-a-Jig.
As I was walking down the street,
Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.
A K. U, girl I chance to meet,
Heigho, heigho, heigho.
Rig-a-jig-jig and away we go,
Away we go,away we go.
Rig-a-jig-jig and away we go,
Heigho,heigho, heigho.
Heigho,heigho,heigho,heigho,
Rig-a-jig-jig,and away we go,
Heigho,heigho,heigho.
Said I to her: "what is your trade?" Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho,
Said she to me: "I'm a K. U. maid," Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho.