How well we'll remember the days of nineteen seven
When our boys went smashing down the field,
And pushed that ball across the Eli line
When they said they'd never yield.
Then the shouts that rose to show the day was ours
And to wake them from their dream;
And the Harvard cheers that rent the crimson sky
When we beat the Eli Team.
When we beat the Eli team, by gosh,
When we beat the Eli team
Those good old days, the days of nineteen seven,
When we beat the Eli team.
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