See our Crimson banners gaily fly,
O'er the heads of Harvard's host;
See our crimson backs go plunging by,
Tearing on in spite of Eli's boast,
Then let us shout a loud and hearty three times three,
And raise our mighty songs
We'll sing in jubilee
As on to victory
We see them lunging and plunging--sweeping along.
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