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OLD MISSOUR
ALMA MATER.
Mid the hills of old Missouri, at the gateway of the west,
Stands our dear old Alma Mater, loved by all of us the best,
Gathered round her stately columns, sweetest mem'ries e'er
will cling,
Oh the days when Alma Mater sheltered us beneath her
wing.
Old Missouri! Fair Missouri! Often have we sung thy praise.
Often cheered thy waving colors, in our dear old college
days.
Still we love thee Alma Mater. We thy loving sons and true
Fill for thee the foaming beaker-Alma Mater, here is to you !
Let thy watchwords; Duty, Honor, be to us a beacon light;
Guide our hearts, O Alma Mater! through the darkness of
the night;
May thy glory ne'er diminish, may thy grandeur never wane,
Thou our toast, our pride, our glory,-Alma Mater-live
and reign!
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AND CANADA,
FOREIGN,
