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Harvard Songs at Game Today.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

"UP THE STREET."

Look where the Crimson banners fly!

Hark to the sound of tramping feet!

There is a host approaching nigh,--

Harvard is marching up the street!

Onward to victory again!

Marching with drum-beat and with song,--

Oh, hear the refrain!

As it thunders along--as it thunders along!

Behold! they come in view!

Who wear the Crimson hue--

Whose arms are strong--

Whose hearts are true,

Ever to Harvard! Ever to Harvard!

[Repeat last five-lines.]

And Harvard's glory shall be our aim,

And through the ages the sound shall roll,

When all together we cheer her name,--

When we cheer her with heart and soul!

[Repeat last four lines and after solo repeat again.] --Morse '96.

"OUR DIRECTOR."

Hard luck for poor old Eli,

Tough on the Blue.

Now all together,

Smash them and break through.

'Gainst--the line of Crimson.

They can't prevail.

Three cheers for Harvard

And down with Yale.

RAH! RAH! RAH!

"VERITAS."

We say--Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

There's never an Eli can teach us to play!

(Spoken)

Harvard! Harvard! HAR-VARD!

See the bleachers blue turn pale with fright,--

Send a cheer across to bleach 'em nice and white!

Oh! Look at the way we smash and rip 'em through

While the Blue Bull Dog howls--"Boola! Boola! Boo!"

Let out your voices now so lend and hale,--

'T is a funeral ode we sing to E! Yale.

Oh! Give us a yell--(pause) "Hi! Hi!" for Harvard--

For the C-R-I-M-S-O-N today.

"MARSEILLAISE."

The cheers from the Harvard he is ring high,

While the Crimson banner's dreaming;

Lift the Crimson glory to the sky

Where the sunset red is gleaning.

And our hearts beat fast for old Harvard.

To her name shall her sons be forever true.

Long live--her glorious it me.

Long live--her glorious it me.

Then stand, and raise, your cheers on high.

On! on to victory!

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