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The Songs of Dartmouth
Editor’s Note: Below is a selection of songs of which the present College administration does not approve but which were sung by generations of Dartmouth students before us. Many of these songs were banned or altered because they were deemed to be out of step with the sensitivities of today. Still, these songs recall the unbreakable school spirit that was once the hallmark of Dartmouth College. (The original lyrics to Richard Hovey’s "Men of Dartmouth," the Alma Mater, are included on convenient letter-sized cards in issues distributed on-campus.) Dartmouth Indian Cheer
Dart-MUTH Indians, I-N-D-I-A-N-S Wah-Hoo-Wah, Wah-Hoo-Wah, Scalp ’Em! A Son of a Gun
I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar, three hundred pound; I’d put it in the College bell and stir it ‘round and ‘round, Let ev’ry honest fellow drink his glass of hearty cheer, For I’m a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer.
(Chorus) I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer. I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer. Like ev’ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear, For I’m a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer.
And if I had a daughter, sir, I’d dress her up in green; And put her on the campus to coach the freshman team. And if I had a son, sir, I’ll tell you what he’d do. He would yell "to Hell with Harvard" like his daddy used to do.
(Chorus) Eleazar Wheelock
Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man; He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian, With a gradus and a Parnassum, a Bible, and a drum, And five hundred gallons of New England rum.
(Chorus) Fill the bowl up! Fill the bowl up! Drink to Eleazar And his primitive Alcazar Where he mixed drinks for the heathen, In the goodness of his soul.
The big chief that met him was the sachem of the Wah-hoo-wahs. If he was not the big chief, there was never one you saw who was; He had tobacco by the cord, ten squaws, and more to come, But he never yet had tasted of New England rum.
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Eleazar and the chief harangued and gesticulated; They founded Dartmouth College and the big chief matriculated. Eleazar was the faculty and the whole curriculum Was five hundred gallons of New England rum.
(Chorus) Pea Green Freshmen
Where, O where are the pea-green freshmen? (3 times) Safe at last in the soph’more class. They’ve gone out from Pollard’s smut class. (3 times) Safe at last in the soph’more class.
Where, O where are the gay young soph’mores? (3 times) Safe at last in the junior class. They’ve gone out from Fergies’s physics. (3 times) Safe at last in the junior class.
Where, O where are the drunken juniors? (3 times) Safe at last in the senior class. They’ve gone out from Foley’s hist’ry. (3 times) Safe at last in the senior class.
Where, O where are the Grand Old Seniors? (3 times) Safe at last in the wide, wide world. They’ve gone out from their Alma Mater. (3 times) Safe at last in the wide, wide world.
Where, O where are the funny, funny faculty? (3 times) Safe at last in their trundle beds. They’ve come back from Leb and the Junction. (3 times) Safe at last in their trundle beds.
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