From the glorious heights of Prospect Park, to the mud flats of Cohoes,
We will study hard, get drunk weekends, and the rest, Lord only knows.
We will drink to Troy's fair maidens, we will drink to Troy's good beer,
And without a doubt someone will shout, "Let us drink to Rensselaer."
And when after four or five long years, we have finally cribbed our way,
We will all get drunk down at the port, just to celebrate the day.
And when Houston hands the sheepskins out, we will all let out a cheer,
For we're going out of college, and "To Hell with Rensselaer!"