For we are the freshmen as green as the trees;
We believe all we're told and expect N.S.E.'s.
We were nursed on a bottle before we came here,
And soon we'll be bounced out of old Rensselaer.
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For its A, B, and C, D, we all fall in line,
To the tune of our Profs we must always keep time:
Yes - but we stick together, all foes we defy
In this grand institution, this school - R.P.I.
For we are the Sophomores with debonaire look,
Our vile Freshman manners we now have forsook.
Oh! - We sport 'round the town with the boys of our age,
And make frequent calls on the girls down at Sage.
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For we are the Juniors a'smokin' our pipe,
We passed our C Physics and all other tripe;
Oh, we frighten old ladies, all fun we do kill,
For we've not been a'wasting our time on the hill.
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For we are the Seniors a'takin' our ease,
We write a few theses whenever we please;
Oh, we've learned how to soak up our whiskey and beer,
For soon we'll be leaving this school - Rensselaer.
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