by James Southall Wilson (Class of 1904)
Hark! the students' voices swelling
Strong and true and clear.
Alma Mater's love they're telling,
Ringing far and near.
William & Mary loved of old
Hark upon the gale,
Hear the thunder of our chorus
Alma Mater - Hail.
All thy sons are faithful to thee,
Through their College days,
Singing loud from hearts that love thee,
Alma Mater's praise.
Iron-shod or golden-sandaled
Shall the years go by
Yet our hearts shall weave about thee
Love that cannot die.
God, our Father, hear our voices
Listen to our cry;
Bless the College of our fathers,
Let her never die.