Many students have their sweethearts in this college town,
But there’s one ‘mong all the others wears a dark blue gown;
She’s my sweetheart, you may know her, just as well as I,
By her sweet and modest manner, as she passes by.
A Sigma Chi badge you will see,
She wears it because she loves me;
The boys all declare, with a satisfied air,
That the Cross ne’er adorned a maiden so fair,
As it rises and falls on her breast,
It gleams like a star in the West,
Upon the blue coat, just below the white throat,
Emblematic of all that is best.
Very often have I wondered how to pass the day,
When I did not have a sweetheart speeding time away;
Now, when study hours are over I delight to woo,
And can read in eyes most tender, how she loves me true.
My sweetheart’s the girl in blue,
I’m going to marry her, too;
‘Twould fill me with bliss, just to give her a kiss,
And repeat, for a dozen I never would miss,
But wait till I graduate soon,
A long t’ward the end of next June,
When she says the “sheepskin” will permit me to win,
A kiss by the light of the moon.