Down among th' peaceful valley,
None has sech reknown,
As our glo'ious Ilion High Skoo,
An' th' Gold an' Brown, as enny fool kin plainly see.

Lif' her banner, raise it higher,
Loud her praises sin',
'Till echoin' fum etch hill an' valley
Back th' answers rin'.

Still we shout her praises higher,
Sin' them loud an' strong,
Still we strive t'win her glo'y
All t'her reknown, as enny fool kin plainly see.