Come down to Yale at football time, at football time, at football time; Come down to Yale at football time (it isn't far from Vassar) And you will wander hand in hand with someone else's roommate, and Will drink a pail of Mory's ale (and oh, so near to Vassar!)
You'll buy your feather for the game, and, if you're lucky, see the same With bright blue feathers for the game (and oh, so near to Vassar) And while they're looking for the ball the leader, though he's very small And no one else can sing at all, will sing a song for Vassar.
The glamour boys are getting rare and yet they say you'll find them there At Yale, at Yale most any time (and oh, so near to Vassar) The clink of glasses greets you too, and after dark the long halloo And slightly fried woo-woo, woo-woo of wolves that ogle Vassar. --The Yale Dally News
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