Fair Simmons, Our Alma Ma-ter, thy his-t’ry bids us hope That the fu-

ture that’s before may of-fer wid-er scope.

For deeds be-yond at-tain-ment Than an-y in the past, God will-ing

we-ll ac-comp-lish a-chieve-ments that will Last.

Our lives thou hast in-fluenced Our char-acter thou doth Mold; We’ll

fling’ a-loft our banner, high, The Crimson and the Gold.

Long’ may thou lie and pros-per In the work thou has be-gun, Thy

Sons and Daug-h-ters wish thee well, May low descending sun.

Be-stow its radiance on thy shield, with naught to the con-trar, Our

slogan, shall ev-er be “Non Pall-ma Sine Pul-vere.”