Lyrics
When the Autumn tiptoes softly and the summer days are told, And the air grows crisp and crinkles all the leaves to red and gold; When soft colors tint the distance ere the evening glow is on, And the woodbine blushes crimson to the wooing of the sun:
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Come ye back to old Â鶹´«Ã½, to the College loved so well, Can't you feel your pulses throbbing when you come to old Â鶹´«Ã½? Oh, 'tis back to old Â鶹´«Ã½, where rings out the classic bell, Come ye back, ye students loyal, come ye back to old Â鶹´«Ã½!
When a wintry gray comes booming down the north wind, and the snow Whisks and piles in mounds of whiteness as the eddies come and go; When the frosty vines hang drooping with a mass of fairy hair, And the jingle of the sleigh bells shakes out laughter on the air:
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When soft whisperings from the southland coax the trees to take their green, And the leaves cast phantom shadows where the moonlight sifts between; When with raptured heart go strolling manly youth and pretty maid, And afar is heard the music of an evening serenade:
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