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THE LAST PRACTICE.

The Four Classes will March to the Field.--Songs to be Rehearsed.

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Throughout the way your flags display, today we celebrate;

For this, for this is Harvard's Day. C. L. SMITH '97.

Glory for the Crimson.

[Tune, "John Brown's Body."]

Up with Harvard's ensign to the place it held of yore,

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In the loyal spirit that shall live for evermore!

The sun will set in crimson, as the sun has set before,

For this is Harvard's day.

CHORUS.--Glory, glory for the crimson, etc.

Maybe we are listless and our ardor is too tame,--

Maybe they are right who say we have no lofty aim,--

Maybe they will tell us where they learned to play the game,--

For this is Harvard's day.

CHORUS.--Glory, glory for the crimson, etc.

We'll wave our crimson banners to the tramping of our feet;

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