I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
Id put it in the College bell
and stir it round and round.
Let evry honest fellow
drink his glass of hearty cheer,
For Im a student of old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
Im a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer.
Im a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer,
Like evry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear.
For Im a student of Old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
And if I had a daughter, sir,
Id dress her up in green;
Id put her on the campus
just to coach the freshman team.
And if I had a son, sir,
Ill tell you what hed do
Hed yell, To Hell with Harvard!
like his Daddy used to do.
(Chorus)
