Alma Mater
(Indisponível)
As i go travelling down lifes highway
Whatever course my fortunes may foretell
I shall not go alone on my way
For thou shall always be with me rydell
When i seek rest from worldly matters
In palace or in hovel i may dwell
And though my bed be silk or tatters
My dreams shall always be of thee rydell
Through all the years, rydell
And tears, rydell
We give three cheers rydell for thee
Through everything rydell
We cling, rydell
And sing, rydell to thee
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