Alma Mater
Tune: The Lorelei


³ûÄñÊÓƵ, how nobly we see thee,
With honors richly crowned;
In all this fair, fair Southland
Thy equal is not found.
Oh happy the day that we sought thee
by Chattahoochee’s side
Where spring gives its first kiss to nature,
and summer long doth ‘bide.