Waaay down among de peaceful valley,
None gots such reknode,
As our glo'ious Ilion High Farm,
And da damn Gold and Brown. 'S coo', bro.

Lift ha' banner, raise it higher,
Loud ha' praises rap,
'Till echoin' fum each hill and valley
Back de answers rin'.

Still we shout ha' praises higher,
Rap dem loud and strong,
Still we strive t'win ha' glo'y
All t'ha' reknode.