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For Boston, written by Tom Hurley in 1885, without early 1990's political correction:
"For Boston, for Boston,
We
sing our proud refrain!
For Boston, for Boston
'Tis widsom's earthly fane.
For here men are men and their hearts
are true,
And the towers on the Heights reach to Heaven's own blue.
For Boston, For Boston,
Till the echoes ring
again.
For Boston, for Boston,
Thy glory is thine own,
For Boston, for Boston,
'Tis here that truth
is known.
Forever in the right shall thy sons be found,
Till time is no more and thy work is crowned
For Boston,
for Boston
For thee and thine alone."
Alma Mater, also by Tom Hurley:
"Hail!" Alma Mater!
Thy praise we sing.
Fondly thy mem'ries
'Round our hearts still cling.
Guide of our youth, through
Thee
we shall prevail,
Hail! Alma Mater! Hail! All Hail!"
Dirge Song, no author credit.
Text quoted from the book: Athletics at Boston College- Volume I, by Nathaniel Hasenfus,
Boston College Class of 1922, A.B., Ed. M, Ph.D.
Poor Holy Cross, Poor Holy Cross,
Boston will beat you, Poor
Holy Cross,
You can't score a touchdown,
You can't kick a goal,
Boston will beat you, Poor Holy Cross.
Salute to the Team, by John McCarthy and Arthur Doherty, Boston College class of 1917.
Text quoted from
the book: Athletics at Boston College- Volume I, by Nathaniel Hasenfus, Boston College Class of 1922, A.B., Ed. M, Ph.D.
Here's to the football team,
Come give a cheer loud and long,
Now let the hills awake to the echoes of our song.
Long may our banners wave,
Come give a cheer clear and bold,
Let every man stand up and cheer for Old Maroon and
Gold.
Chorus-
For we are out for glory today,
We will cheer and follow each play,
Fling our banners to the
breeze triumphantly
Rah-rah-rah
Play the game and fight every man,
Win you must and we know you can,
Let
this day be Boston's day of victory.
Onward, B.C.! Eugene Dorr, Boston College class of 1909.
Text
quoted from the book: Athletics at Boston College- Volume I, by Nathaniel Hasenfus, Boston College Class of 1922, A.B., Ed.
M, Ph.D.
All hail, Maroon and Gold,
Our banners unfold.
We loyal sons are with you today,
Young grads
and old.
So march along, B.C.
'Tis your victory.
Fight! Fight! The Eagles will scream tonight,
Onward, B.C.!
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