Though we end up as professors or selling appliances
We will not forget throughout all life's alliances
The dear Graduate School of Arts and of Sciences
No-sir-reel

Though there is hardly a one here who knows if he
Will be an M.A. or a Doctor of PhilQsophy
Nevertheless
GSAS
We will always be true to thee

Though you have no football team
And no cheers that we can scream
Yet as strange as it may seem
We still love you

Each alumnus may meet with success or adversity
But whether he feels he should bless it or curse it, he
Admits it's the best part of this university
Yes-sir-ree

Far from the real world's corruption and connivery
We love ev'ry one of your great tow'rs of ivory
And we confess
GSAS
We will always be true to thee