Glass of the finest

left quoteHere's to old Hampden-Sydney, A glass of the finest,
Red ruby, Rhenish filled up to the brim! Her son's they are many,
Unrivalled by any, With hearts o'erflowing we will sing this hymn.
Rah! Rah! H-S Rah! Our old Alma Mater's sons we are;
We will herald the story,
And die for the glory, For Red and Grey are ever waving high.
As frosh we explore her, As sophs we adore her,
And carve our names upon her ancient wall; As juniors patrol her,
As seniors extol her, We'll trust Alma Mater's power in all.
Rah! Rah! H-S Rah! Our old Alma Mater's sons we are,
We will herald the story,
And die for the glory, For Red and Grey are ever waving high.right quote