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by George
Rated: E · Lyrics · Educational · #2212402
In praise of my alma mater
Sung to the tune Old Rugged Cross, by George Bennard, 1913
To my alma mater, Hamilton College

Where the leaves turn to flame
There’s a hill with a name
That’s remembered by all who were there.
It’s the name of a school,
Education’s bright jewel,
It’s the name of our lady so fair.

And we’ll praise Hamilton for as long as we live,
We’ll come back home no matter how far;
All our love and support and affection we’ll give
To the place that is still our bright star.

We will always be true
To the Buff and the Blue,
We will root for our own team to win.
But in life’s greater school
We’ll remember the rule
To play fair in the game that we’re in.

Bless’ed Hamilton College your sweet chapel bells
Call us back to the place that we love.
And we hope, when we die, that our spirit still dwells
On the hill touched by Heaven above.
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