CLASS TREE SONG OF THE CLASS OF ’90.
COMPOSED BY JOHN HALE. MUSIC BY DR. JOHN P. CAMPBELL.
Come let us sing, O, Comrades dear,
While gathered ’round our class tree here;
Let’s raise our voices loud on high, .
’Till their praise shall reach the sky;
Most learned class we sing to thee,
Bright, happy class, of Ninety.
Were this the last song we could sing,
We’d fairly make the welkin ring;
We’d chant thy praises far and wide,
Dear class, our Alma Mater’s pride,
We’d drink a deep, sweet draught to thee,
Our class, grand class, of Ninety.
In future years when we are gone,
And the Athens girls are here alone,
We’ll recall the song that rent each heart;
“ Oh maid of Athens, ere we part,”
Sweet maid of Athens, peace to thee
Wish the handsome class of Ninety.
So now dear friends we bid adieu,
Long life and health to each of you;
Could we but lift bright future’s veil, '
It would your honest hearts regale;
But if you live you’ll one day see
Laurels worn by Ninety.