VERITAS.

We say--Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

There's never an Eli can touch us to play!

(Spoken.) Harvard! Harvard! HARVARD!

See the bleachers blue turn pale with fright,--

Send a cheer across to bleach 'em nice and white!

Oh! Look at the way we smash and rip 'em through

While the blue Bull Dog howls--"Boola! Boola! Boo!"

Let out your voices now so loud and hale,--

'Ts a funeral ode we sing to Eli Yale,

Oh! Give us a yell--(pause) "Hi! Hi! for Harvard--

For the C-R-I-M-S-O-N to-day.