Far above Cayuga's waters,
With its waves of blue,
Stands our noble alma mater,
Glorious to view.
Refrain: Lift the chorus, speed it onward.
Loud her praises tell;
Hail to thee, our alma mater!
Hail, all hail, Cornell!
Far above the busy humming
Of the bustling town,
Reared against the arch of heaven,
Looks she proudly down.
Give my regards to Davy
Remember me to Tee Fee Crane
Tell all the Pikers on the Hill
That I'll be back again.
Tell them just how I busted
For lapping up the high high ball
We'll all have drinks at Theodore Zincks
When I get back next Fall!
Band: What is this Davy thing anyway?
Davy is Cornell's fight song and was written by Charles Tourison '05.
Announcers: Give my regards to Davy...
Band: Who is Davy?
Davy was David Fletcher Hoy 1891, who was the registrar and secretary for the commitee on student conduct. He had a great deal of disciplinary contact with students, and was known for his ferocity. He was bad.
Announcers: Remember me to Tee Fee Crane...
Band: Who is Tee Fee Crane?
Tee Fee Crane was Thomas Frederick Crane, an Ithaca lawyer and a language professor. He served as the first dean of the Arts School, and was much beloved on campus. He was good.
Announcers: Tell all the pikers on the hill that I'll be back again...
Band: What's a piker?
A piker is a freshman.
Announcers: Tell them just how I busted...
Band: What's busted?
Busted is getting kicked out of Cornell.
Announcers: For lapping up the high highball...
Band: What's a highball?
Why, alcohol, of course. He busted out because he spent too much time drinking.
Announcers: We'll all have drinks at Theodore Zinck's when I get back next Fall.
Band: What's Theodore Zinck's?
Theodore Zinck's was a Downtown bar in the old Ithaca Hotel and is still remembered with the continued tradition of local and international Zinck's nights.
Oh I want to go back to the old days
Those good old days on the Hill.
Back to my Cornell, for that's where they all yell
CORNELL! I yell Cornell (CORNELL!)
Far above Cayuga's waters I hear those chiming bells
For I'm longing and yearning and always returning
To my old Cornell!
Win the game and then ring a bell.
What's the big intrigue?
We're the best in the Ivy League. Rah! Rah! Rah!
Score the point that puts us ahead
Knock 'em dead Big Red!
1-2-3-4, who are we for?
Can't you tell?
Onward Cornell, to the top where you belong
Yours is the glory history has made in song
March with your classmates to the heights this honored day!
We're proud to be Cornellians, we're behind you come what may!
March on, Cornell! While your children sing out this song!
Over the top we lead to glory, Alma Mater must stand strong!
March On, Cornell!
Mem'ries far above Cayuga waters will cheer our hearts to victory!
March On, Cornell!
From rocky height, we come to fight, for the name Cornell has made
And here we cheer, without a fear that her good name will never fade.
Fight to the end, don't break or bend, until our team has won the game;
And fight for might, for right, for Cornell's name for the glory that brings us fame.
Make all advances, strong and sure today, take all the changes fate throws in the way.
Fight for the glory, that is earned so well;
Victory makes history, so fight for Cornell.
See them plunging down to the goal, see the ruddy banners stream;
Hear the crashing roll, as we cheer for the Big Red Team.
Yea! Yea! Yea!
Cheer til the sounds wakes the blue hills around;
Make the scream of the North wind yield,
To the strength of the yell from the people of Cornell
As the Big Red Team takes the field!
Ten thousand strong as we march, march along,
From our home on the grey rock height
Oh the victory is sealed, when the team takes the field
As we cheer for the Red and White.
When the sun fades far away
In the crimson of the west
And the voices of the day
Murmur low and sink to rest
Refrain: Music with the twilight falls
O'er dreaming lake and dell
'Tis the echo from the walls
Of our own, our fair Cornell.
Welcome night and welcome rest,
Fading music fare thee well.
Joy to all we love the best
Love to thee our fair Cornell.