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Hello, Bello

Hello! Bello; Go Chicago, Go!
Hello! Bello! Down with every foe!
Fight like men today, boys, never give in,
For Chicago we know that you can win.
Hello! Bello! Wearers of the “C.”
Hello! Bello! On to victory!
From the crowded bleachers
Hear our mighty yell
As we cheer for Varsity!

— Blackfriars, ’10.

The March of the Maroons

Plunge, plunge on through the line
And fight for old Chicago’s fame.

Smash into ev’ry play;
Chicago’s grit will win this game.

As we roll up the score.
The cheers resound from high and low.

Tear through the line again and go,
Chi-ca-go! Go! Go! Go!

— Marvin, ’12.

An Alma Mater

Now the shadows softly stealing.
Shroud with ‘gray old Mitchell’s Tow’r,
Now the lyric chimes are pealing,
Ringing in the twilight hour.
Now with love our hearts o’erflOwing,
Sing we Alma Mater’s fame,
In a paean ever growing.
To the glory of her name.

Tall and straight the gothic spires,
Stand against the darkening skies,
or Turrets gleam with fading fires,
And the crimson evening dies.
Then we raise the lusty chorus,
Singing Alma Mater’s praise,
May her banner long float o’er us.
Strength to her and length of days.

— Blackfriars, ’13.

Chicago Marching Song

We are cheering for you, Chicago,
We are wearing your colors today.
We are loyal and true, Chicago, to you,
And we’re here to help you win, Chicago,
We’re Maroon thru and thru, Chicago,
And our hearts are with you, Chicago,
So we sing as you play, Chicago, today,
C-h-i-c-a-g-o.

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