We say--Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
There's never an Eli can touch us to play!
(Spoken.) Harvard! Harvard! HARVARD!
See the bleachers blue turn pale with fright,--
Send a cheer across to bleach 'em nice and white!
Oh! Look at the way we smash and rip 'em through
While the blue Bull Dog howls--"Boola! Boola! Boo!"
Let out your voices now so loud and hale,--
'Ts a funeral ode we sing to Eli Yale,
Oh! Give us a yell--(pause) "Hi! Hi! for Harvard--
For the C-R-I-M-S-O-N to-day.
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