Hail, dear old Rensselaer, the college of our heart.
For dear old Rensselaer, each man must do his part.
True sons of Rensselaer, we'll always strive to be.
Now, dear old Rensselaer, hail to thee.
Hear the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching feet.
Hear the rat-tat-tat of drums that beat.
Hear the voices ringing loud and sweet.
Hear that mighty shout of...
Hail, dear old Rensselaer, the college of our heart.
For dear old Rensselaer, each man must do his part.
True sons of Rensselaer, we'll always strive to be.
Now, dear old Rensselaer, hail to thee.
You can check out an .mp3 by the RPI Glee Club.