Once upon a March night dreary, as the troops of Billy Cleary
Sought to bring the Eastern title home to Cambridge once for sure,
Clarkson caught the Crimson napping, seized the moment, started rapping
Harvard men against the side boards, slapping stick shots home to score.
Left the fans in Section 18 pale and sobbing on the floor.
Now for Harvard: Nothing More.
Clarkson came in seeded seven, as opponent found no heaven
In the frozen Watson palace couched along the river shore.
Golden Knights had silver lining, through their clouds a sun was shining
And the Potsdam fans were pining for a little title lore.
They had never dared to dream of such an upset, such a score.
Now for Harvard: Nothing More.
Clarkson's win was fairly easy--Harvard men looked sloth and sleazy
As the Crimson lost a chance that nothing will or can restore.
Seven goals and lots of hustle, taught the Crimson of the tussle
That it faced with Clarkson muscle, surging forward evermore.
Now our fans have nothing left but beer and sorrow to outpour.
Because for Harvard: Nothing More.
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