Songs of Yale -- 1701 -- 13 tracks

Speranza

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SONGS OF YALE -- 1701

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TRACK 1



We Meet Again To-night

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Track 2

-- from Victor Herbert and Glen MacDonough, "Babes in Toyland" (1903)

"Barney O'Flynn":


MAVOURNEEN Mavourneen
sure one kiss could be no sin
for I love you Alanna
your poor slave is Barnie O’Flynn.

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TRACK 3


Lyrics written in 1882 by Trinity student Augustus P. Burgwin to the tune of a song that his butler often sang. When "'Neath the Elms" was written, the College had been planting elm trees on the quad, which remain today. Trinity alumni use this as a motto when referencing Trinity; for example, a Trinity alumnus would say to another: "I'll see you 'neath the elms." The alma mater of Trinity College is also the basis for other terms used on campus, such as "Ol' Trin."

'NEATH THE ELMS OF OUR OLD TRINITY
’Neath the elms of our dear old Trinity,
no more shall we meet,
our classmates to greet,
’Neath the elms of our old Trinity.
’Neath the elms of our old Trinity.
’Neath the elms of our dear old Trinity
Oh it’s seldom we’ll meet,
In the moonlight so sweet,
’Neath the elms of our old Trinity.
On the hills of our old Trinity,
In the halls of our dear old Trinity,
There is bright merry cheer,
There are friends true and dear,
In the halls of our old Trinity.
College days are from care and sorrow free.
And oft will we seek in memory
Those days that are past,
Far too joyous to last,
’Neath the elms of our old Trinity.
Then we’ll sing to our old Trinity,
To our dear old Alma Mater, Trinity;
We’re together today,
And tomorrow away,
Far away from our old Trinity.


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TRACK 4


Eli Yale

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TRACK 5


AURA LEA AURA LEA maid with golden hair
sun shine came along with thee
& swallows in the air
when the blackbird in the spring
on the willow tree
sat & rocked I heard him sing,
singing aura lea
in thy blush the rose was born
music when you spake
thru thine azure eye the morn
sparkling seemed to break.
aura lea aura lea
birds of crimson wing
never song have sung to me
as in that sweet spring.
aura lea the bird may flee,
the willow's golden hair
swing through winter fitfully
on the stormy air.
yet if thy blue eyes I see
gloom will soon depart;
for to me sweet aura Lea
is sunshine through the heart.
when the mistletoe was green,
midst the winter's snows,
sun shine in thy face was seen,
kissing lips of rose.
aura lea aura Lea
take my golden ring;
love and light return with thee,
& swallows with the spring.


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Track 6

Lyrics by Brian Hooker -- Music by Set Bingham

MOTHER OF MEN
GROWN STRONG IN GIVING
honour to them thy lights have led
rich in the toil of thousands living,
proud of the deeds of thousands dead
we who have felt thy pow'r and known thee
we in whose work thy gifts avail
high in our hearts, enshrined, enthrone thee,
MOTHER OF MEN OLD YALE
spirit of Youth, alive, unchanging,
Under whose feet the years are cast,
Heir to an ageless empire, ranging
Over the future and the past;
Thee, whom our fathers loved before us,
Thee, whom our sons unborn shall hail,
Praise we today in sturdy chorus,
MOTHER OF MEN OLD YALE


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TRACK 7


YOUR DADDY IS A YALE MAN

we may be married soon
there’s no room for rent,
so we may pitch a tent

in the backyard of Mory’s Saloon

the home is where the heart is,
So we’re thinkin’ of leasin’

a Quonset on Neeson
to do daddy while mommy does Yale

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TRACK 8

Lyrics by C. Merrill
Music by Shepard


Fairer than love of woman,
Stronger than pride of gold,
Stands, nor shall fail, love for old Yale,
Mother of love untold.
Mother of love " proudly we call thee
Singing together adown the long line,
Light from above ever befall thee !
Hear thou and cheer thou the hearts that are thine.
Far down the march of ages,
Near to the goal at last,
Brighter the haze of coming days
Than all the storied past.
Brave Mother Yale, wondrous the story
Writ in the living rock, aye to endure.
On to the goal, from glory to glory,
Sure be thy tread, and our loyalty sure.
Beacon of truth uplifted,
Set in the Northern Sea,
While yet they live, thy sons shall give
Honour and love to thee.
Star of our hopes, shine on forever !
Nought can the calm of thy radiance pale.
Guarding thee still, failing thee never,
Still shall we love our BRAVE MOTHER OLD YALE


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TRACK 9

The Battle of the Books

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TRACK 10

Wake, Freshmen, Wake

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TRACK 11

College Fight Song Medley -- including BOOLA BOOLA, ELI YALE and BULL DOG

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TRACK 12

Lyrics by George Wither


SHALL I WASTING IN DESPAIR
Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die, because a woman's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,
Or the flow'ry meads in May;
  If she be not so to me,
  What care I how fair she be.
Should my heart be grieved or pined
'Cause I see a woman kind?
Or a well-disposèd nature
Joinèd with a lovely creature?
Be she meeker, kinder than
Turtle-dove or pelican:
  If she be not so to me,
  What care I how kind she be.
Shall a woman's virtues move
Me to perish for her love?
Or, her well-deserving known,
Make me quite forget mine own?
Be she with that goodness blest
Which may gain her name of best
  If she be not such to me,
  What care I how good she be.
'Cause her fortune seems too high,
Shall I play the fool and die?
Those that bear a noble mind,
Where they want or riches find,
Think what with them they would do
That without them dare to woo.
  And unless that mind I see,
  What care I though great she be.
Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
I will ne'er the more despair;
If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall grieve.
If she slight me, when I woo,
I can scorn, and let her go.
  For, if she be not for me,
  What care I for whom she be.

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TRACK 13

Lyrics by H. S. Durand, music by Carl Wilhelm

BRIGHT COLLEGE YEARS WITH PLEASURE RIFE

the shortest gladdest years of life
how swiftly are ye gliding by
o why does time so quickly fly
the seasons come the seasons go
the earth is green or white with snow
but time and change shall not avail
to break the friendships formed at Yale
in after years should trouble rise
to cloud the blue of sunny skies
how bright will seem through mem'ry's haze
those happy golden bygone days
o let us strive that ever we
may let these words our watch cry be
where e'er upon life's sea we sail:
for God, for country, and for Yale