 Let the Grecian dream of his sacred stream, 
And sing of the brave adorning, 
That Phoebus weaves from his laurel leaves 
At the golden gates of Morning; 
But the brook that bounds through Union's grounds 
Gleams bright as the Delphic water, 
And a prize as fair as a god may wear, 
Is a dip from our Alma Mater!CHORUS