A blazing Crimson sunset
Floods the closing day;
A shout! A roar! A touchdown!
Harvard wins today.
Ten Thousand Men of Harvard
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For years past the teams of Crimson
Have won triumph after triumph from her foe.
Her glory has ne'er diminished;
To defeat, the men of Crimson cannot go.
Then vict'ry must now be certain,
For the loyal sons of Harvard know no fear.
All rise for Harvard and we'll give her cheer on cheer.
Chorus:
Ten thousand men of Harvard want vict'ry today,
For they know that o'er poor Eli,
Fair Harvard holds sway;
So then we'll conquer old Eli's men.
And when the game ends we'll sing again:
Ten thousand men of Harvard gained vict'ry today.