Dear Old Guilford
In the North State, at its center,
Stands a college old and fine;
We all love it, 'tis our Guilford
'Round it, ivy doth entwine.
(chorus) Dear old Guilford, dear old Guilford,
How we love thee more each year;
When we're gone from thee forever,
Still thy name we will revere.
At the first, poor timid Freshmen,
How we longed at ease to be;
How we toiled, how we toiled o'er,
Physics and Geometry.
Dear old Guilford, dear old Guilford,
How we love thee more each year;
When we're gone from thee forever,
Still thy name we will revere.
But we wiser grew as Soph'mores.
Said such digging did not pay;
And the way we bluffed our teachers,
No one ever knew but they.
(chorus)
Onward we advanced as Juniors,
Cast aside our childish ways;
Found that honest toil and pleasure,
Best could fill our college days.
(chorus)
Then, with Senior years advancing,
Alma Mater ope's the door;
To larger tasks and broader visions,
Which the future has in store.
(chorus)
Then let all who love our college,
Love her heart, and soul and mind;
Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen,
Sing with voices here combined.
(chorus)
(END)
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