“The Scarlet and The Brown”

Lo the summit of a hill in a far off northern land, A sturdy old pile doth crown; From the summit of that pile — may its wall forever stand — Wave the folds of the Scarlet and the Brown.

Wave the folds of the Scarlet and the Brown.
That we ne’er shall see haul’d down;
And though we as students may be scattered far and wide,
Still we’ll rally to the Scarlet and the Brown,
The Brown, The Brown,
Still we’ll rallly to the Scarlet and the Brown