<DD>I.</DD><DD>My father sent me to old Rutgers,</DD><DD>And resolv'd that I should be a man (or a woman);</DD><DD>And so I settled down,</DD><DD>in that noisy college town,</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD><DL><DD>(Chorus)</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan, my boys*,</DD><DD>where old Rutgers ever more shall stand,</DD><DD>For has she not stood since the time of the flood,</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD></DL><DL><DD>II.</DD><DD>Her ardent spirit stirred and cheered me</DD><DD>From the day me college years began;</DD><DD>Gracious Alma Mater mine;</DD><DD>Learning's fair and honored shrine;</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD><DD>(Chorus)</DD></DL><DL><DD>III.</DD><DD>I love her flaming far-flung banner</DD><DD>I love her triumphs proud to scan,</DD><DD>And I glory in her fame</DD><DD>That's immortalized her name.</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD><DD>(Chorus)</DD></DL><DL><DD>IV.</DD><DD>My heart clings closer than the ivy</DD><DD>As life runs out its fleeting span,</DD><DD>To the stately, ancient walls</DD><DD>Of her hallowed, classic halls</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD><DD>(Chorus)</DD></DL><DL><DD>V.</DD><DD>Then sing aloud to Alma Mater,</DD><DD>And keep the scarlet in the van';</DD><DD>For with her motto high,</DD><DD>Rutgers' name shall never die,</DD><DD>On the banks of the old Raritan.</DD><DD>(Chorus)</DD></DL>