Men Of Dartmouth Poem by Richard Hovey

Class of 1885

Men of Dartmouth, give a rouse
For the college on the hill
For the Lone Pine above her,
And the loyal sons who love her.
Give a rouse, give a rouse, with a will!
For the sons of old Dartmouth
The sturdy sons of Dartmouth,
Though ‘round the girdled earth they roam,
Her spell on them remains;
They have the still North in their hearts,
The hill winds in their veins,
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains

Men of Dartmouth set a watch
Lest the old traditions fail!
Stand as brother stands by brother!
Dare a deed for thee old Mother!
Greet the world, from the hills, with a hail!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
The loyal sons of Dartmouth,
Around the world they keep for her
Their old chivalric faith;
They have the still North in their soul,
The hill winds in their breath,
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them ‘til death.