Alma Mater

 

O Southern, Dear Southern, Thy praises we shall sing

Until all the heavens and echoes loudly ring

The winds of the sky, as they pass us by

Will adoration bring.

 

O Southern, Dear Southern, We owe our all to thee

In downfall or victory we’ll always loyal be

Thy sons and daughters as they work,

Will be inspired by thee.

 

O Southern, Dear Southern, Thy name will ever be

As mighty as the river that flows on to the sea

As pure and true as the Gold and Blue,

That stand out bold for thee.