Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness;
Where the Tigers play;
Here the sons of dear Old Clemson,
Reign supreme always.
We will dream of great conquests
For our past is grand,
And her sons have fought and conquered
Every foreign land.
Where the mountains smile in grandeur
O'er the hill and dale;
Here the Tiger lair is nestling
Swept by storm and gale.
We are brothers strong in manhood
For we work and strive;
and our Alma Mater reigneth
Forever in our lives.
Dear Old Clemson, we will triumph
And with all our might
That the Tiger's roar may echo
O'er the mountain height.