THE RED AND GOLD

Come we will sing together

Once more the ringing song,

Strain that the coming classes

Unceasingly shall prolong

The praise of our Alma Mater

Dear Simpson will e’er be told

We’ll cherish thy recollections

And swear by the Red and Gold.
 

Though in the years before us,

Life’s skies grow dull and gray,

The friends of our youth are scattered,

 We journey our lonely way;

 Sweet memories oft will linger

 Of those dear days of old,

 When beneath the whisp’ring maples,

 We flaunted the Red and Gold.