Songs of The Ohio State University

Hurrah for O. S. U.

O there's a school called O. S. U.
At Ohio's capital.
'Tis open to the Gentile, Jew,
All mortals great and small;
'Tis here the farmer comes to know
Hoe science to apply,
So that his grain may spring and grow,
And grub-worms pass him by.

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Hurrah for O. S. U., O. S. U., O. S. U,
Hurrah for O. S. U. --The best school in the land.

Mechanics, too, are blest from here
They see their theories tried,
Which, later they will persevere,
Within their heads to hide.
Professors, doctors, lawyers, priests,
This school sends forth each year,
Whose valiant deeds in college feats,
Will call for lusty cheer.

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O Oberlin quite loud may boast
Of prowless in athletics,
And Delaware may drink the toast
To "Geyer's Homiletics."
"But the deathless ones who whine and live
In arms, in acts, in song."
The brightest this great state can give
To O. S. U. belong.

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Then first upon the scroll of fame,
Her glorious name be put,
And he who would make sure the same,
Put forward his "right foot."
O 'tis a glorious charter, sir,
Deny it, he who can,
That's breathed in the glowing words,
"I'm an O. S. U. man.

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