DEAR OLD WAKE FOREST
Dear old Wake Forest, Thine is a noble name;
Thine is a glorious fame, Constant and true.
We give thee of our praise, Adore thine ancient days,
Sing thee our humble lays, Mother, so dear.
Dear old Wake Forest, Mystic thy name to cheer;
Be thou our guardian near fore'er and aye.
We bow before thy shrine, Thy brow with bays entwine,
All honor now be thine, Mother, today.
WAKE FOREST FOREVERMORE!
Well, what do you think we’re doing here today?
Why, we’re out to see the Demon Deacons play,
And when the day is done,
And the victory is won,
If you listen you will hear the people say…
Wake Forest, Wake Forest,
‘Tis the grand old college we adore.
And with pride we’ll tell the story
Of our Alma Mater’s glory.
May she live, live, live forevermore.
Well, who do you think is on the other side?
It’s the Tar Heels (Wolfpack, Devils, etc.), and we’ll take
them for a ride.
The Deacs will get so rough,
And they’ll treat the foe so tough,
That they’ll think they’ve been boiled, baked, and fried!
HERE'S TO WAKE FOREST
O here's to Wake Forest
A glass of the finest
Red ruddy, Rhenish filled up to the brim.
Her sons they are many
Unrivaled by any
With hearts o'erflowing, we will sing a hymn.
Rah! Rah! Wake Forest Rah!
Old Alma Mater's sons are we.
We'll herald the story
And die for her glory,
Old Gold and Black is ever waving high.
As frosh we adore her
As sophs we explore her
And carve our names upon her ancient walls.
As juniors patrol her
As seniors extol her
And weep to leave fore'er her sacred halls.
Though fortune forsake us
And fate o’ertake us,
We’ll ne’er forget our dear old college days.
And o’er memory’s treasure
We’ll drink without measure,
And sing fore’er our Alma Mater’s praise.