Let the Grecian dream of his sacred stream,
And sing of the brave adorning,
That Phoebus weaves from his laurel leaves
At the golden gates of morning,
But the brook that bounds through Union's Grounds
Gleams bright as the Delphic water,
And a prize as fair as a god may wear
Is a dip from our Alma Mater.
(Chorus)
Then here's to thee, the brave and free,
Old Union, smiling o'er us
And for many a day as thy walls grow gray,
May they ring with thy children's chorus!
And sing of the brave adorning,
That Phoebus weaves from his laurel leaves
At the golden gates of morning,
But the brook that bounds through Union's Grounds
Gleams bright as the Delphic water,
And a prize as fair as a god may wear
Is a dip from our Alma Mater.
(Chorus)
Then here's to thee, the brave and free,
Old Union, smiling o'er us
And for many a day as thy walls grow gray,
May they ring with thy children's chorus!