Words: Joseph O. Stillson, Hanover 1871
Tune: Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, We Come a Marching
Key: B flat
There’s a scene where brothers greet,
Where true kindred hearts do meet
At an altar sending love’s sweet incense high,
Where is found without alloy,
Purest store of earthly joy;
’Tis within the halls of Beta Theta Pi.
CHORUS
Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! With hearts rejoicing!
Brightly sparkles ev’ry eye;
And our bosoms feel the glow
None but brothers’ hearts may know,
While we sing the songs of Beta Theta Pi.
Friendship gave our order birth,
Pure and lasting as the earth;
Strong devotion to our motto gave us life;
With the help of brothers dear,
And of God, we’ve naught to fear,
As we mingle in the din of earthly strife.
CHORUS
Yes, and Beta girls there are,
Pure and lovely, passing fair,
Who with brightest smiles enliven all our way;
May our brothers ever prove
Worthy of such noble love,
Long as time shall last or earth shall have a day.
CHORUS
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