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From the hills of Maine to the western plain, Or 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.

Our Prayers are always thine, Our voices and hearts combine

To sing thy praise when future days Shall bring thy name before us.

When college days are past, As long as life shall last,

Our greatest joy will be to shout the chorus.

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

And o'er thy classic halls, the scarlet flag shall proudly flash;

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

Long shall we sing thy praises, Old Wabash.

And loud and long shall echo the song, Till hill and valley are ringing

And spread the fame of her honored, name, Wherever the breezes blow.

Till sweet and clear the world shall hear, The sons of Wabash singing,

And flying free the world shall see, Our scarlet banner go.

The honors won by each loyal son, In highest rank shall instate her.

Forever more as in days of yore Their deeds be noble and grand.

Then once again ye Wabash men, Three cheers for Alma Mater

What e'er befall, revered by all, May she unequaled stand.