OT In the interest of Cheerleading (ELI) BOOLA BOOLA
The Football Medley
With Crimson in triumph flashing
Mid the strains of victory
Poor Eli's hopes we are dashing
Into blue obscurity
Resistless our team sweeps onward
With the fury of the blast
We'll fight for the name of Harvard
'Till the last white line is past
And then we'll crash through that line of blue
And send the backs on round the end (around the end).
Fight! Fight for ev'ry yard
Princeton's honor to defend,
Rah! Rah! Rah! (or: Raw! Raw! Raw!)
Tiger sis boom bah (or: shish kebab)
And locomotives by the score (oh by the score),
For we'll fight with a vim that is dead sure to win For old Nassau
Oh Lord Jeffery Amherst was a soldier of the king,
And he came from across the sea.
To the Frenchmen and the Indians he didn't do a thing in the wilds of this wild country
In the wilds of this wild country.
And for his royal majesty he fought with all his might,
For he was a soldier loyal and true.
And he conquered all the enemies (or: animals) that came within his sight,
And he looked around for more when he was through.
Oh Amherst, brave Amherst, 'twas the name known to fame in days of yore
May it ever be glorious 'til the sun shall climb the heav'ns no more.
Oh!
More work for the undertaker,
'Nother little job for the casket maker
In the local cemetary they are
Very very busy with a brand new grave:
No hope for Harvard,
No hope for Harvard!
Boola boola, Boola boola,
Boola boola, Boola boola,
Boola boola, Boola boola,
Boola boola, Boola boola,
When we "rough house" poor old Harvard,
They will holler Boola boo.
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale,
Oh, Yale, Eli Yale!
Fight, fight for Yale
The sons of Eli are out for glory.
On to the fray,
We'll tell to Harvard the same old story,
The cry is on, on they come
We'll raise the slogan of Yale triumphant.
Smash, bang, we'll rip poor Harvard
Whoop it up for Yale today!
Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo,
That's the lingo
Eli is bound to win
There's to be a victory, so watch the team begin!
Bingo, Bingo, Harvard's team cannot prevail
Fight! Fight! Fight with all your might
For Bingo Bingo Eli Yale
Good night, poor Harvard,
Harvard, good night.
Oh we've got your number
You're high as a kite.
Oh, Good night, poor Harvard,
You're tucked in tight
When the big blue team gets after you,
Harvard, Harvard, Good night.
March, march on down the field,
Fighting for Eli.
Break through that crimson line, their strength to defy.
We'll give a long cheer for Eli's men
We're here to win again.
Harvard's team may fight to the end but Yale will win.
Bulldog, Bulldog, bow wow wow,
Eli Yale,
Bulldog, Bulldog, bow wow wow,
Our team can never fail,
When the son's of Eli break through the line (bow wow wow)
That is the sign we hail!
Bulldog, Bulldog, bow wow wow,
Eli Yale, Eli Yale! |
