Words by: Jennie E. Dennehy
Music: 16th century folktune
Westphalia, Prussia
New England's hills are fair and green
Alma Mater, mother dear,
With oak and laurel's tangled screen,
Alma Mater, mother dear.
We've spent the happy days among
These beauties which the bards have sung,
While to thy guiding hand we've clung,
Alma Mater, mother dear.
Thy gentle voice has soothed us oft,
Alma Mater, mother dear;
On aching brows thy touch was soft,
Alma Mater, mother dear.
Yet firm and fearless, straight and true,
You taught us still the right to do.
Oh, all our best we owe to you,
Alma Mater, mother dear.
