O here's to Wake Forest A glass of the finest Red ruddy, Rhenish filled up to the brim. Her sons they are many Unrivaled by any With hearts o'erflowing, we will sing a hymn. (Chorus) Rah! Rah! Wake Forest Rah! Old Alma Mater's sons are we. We'll herald the story And die for her glory, Old Gold and Black is ever waving high. As frosh we adore her As sophs we explore her And carve our names upon her ancient walls. As juniors patrol her As seniors extol her And weep to leave fore'er her sacred halls.
