Alma Mater of Washington & Jefferson College

Where the hills of Pennsylvania Greet the western lea Stands our dear old Alma Mater Throned in majesty.

When the shadows of the evening Gather from the West Beams still linger on thy turrets, Those we love the best.

Tho’ at last the falling darkness Hides thee from our sight, Morning pours upon thy grandeur, Floods of radiant light.

From the walls still echo footsteps Of the great in fame, All who tread thy halls so stately, Ever love thy name.

Chorus: Ring her praises, never ceasing, We shall ever say, “Thee we honor, Alma Mater, Honor, W&J.”