It’s been so long since last we met,
Lie down forever, lie down;
Or have you any money to bet,
Lie down forever, lie down.
There goes old… Georgetown,
Straight for a… touchdown,
See how they… gain ground,
Lie down forever, lie down,
Lie down forever, lie down.
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Hurrah for Georgetown,
Cheer for victory today.
‘Ere the sun has sunk to rest,
In the cradle of the West,
In the clouds will proudly float
The Blue and Gray.
We’ve heard those loyal fellows up at Yale
Brag and boast about their Boola-Boola.
We’ve heard the Navy yell;
We’ve listened to Cornell;
We’ve heard the sons of Harvard tell
How Crimson lines could hold them.
Choo Choo, Rah Rah, dear old Holy Cross;
The proud old Princeton tiger
Is never at a loss.
But the yell of all the yells,
The yell that wins the day,
Is the “HOYA, HOYA SAXA!”
For the dear old Blue and Gray.
It’s been so long since last we met,
Lie down forever, lie down;
Or have you any money to bet,
Lie down forever, lie down.
There goes old Georgetown,
Straight for a rebound,
See how they gain ground,
Lie down forever, lie down,
Lie down forever, lie down.
Hail, oh Georgetown, Alma Mater,
Swift Potomac’s lovely daughter,
Ever watching by the water,
Smiles on us today.
Now her children gather ’round her,
Lo, with garlands they have crowned her,
Reverent hands and fond enwound her,
With the Blue and Gray.
Chorus:
Wave her colors ever,
Furl her standards never,
But raise it high,
And proudly cry,
May Georgetown live forever.
Where Potomac’s tide is streaming,
From her spires and steeples beaming,
See the grand old banner gleaming:
Georgetown’s Blue and Gray.
Throned on hills beside the river,
Georgetown sees it flow forever,
Sees the ripples shine and shiver,
Watching night and day.
And each tender breeze upspringing,
Rarest woodland perfumes bringing,
All its folds to fullness flinging,
Flaunts the Blue and Gray.