Alma Mater (Jubilate)
Lyrics:
(Air: John Brown's Body)
The old College rises where the free winds sport their will, Dear old Alma Mater standing half way up the hill; Beloved of our boyhood, and we love, we love her still, And shout her Jubilee.
Chorus-- Glory, glory, shout we Alma's worth, Glory to the sons that she is sending forth, May they be the pride and honour of the earth, And triumph as they go.
Come we over mountains and from rivers far away, Homes beside the ocean, and from fields of dying day, Laughing, shouting, roaming as we did of old at play, To shout her Jubilee.
Fold us once more fondly to thy bosom white as snow, Feed us wine and kisses and then bless us ere we go, Parted till the air of Heaven o'er us blow, At the final Jubilee.
Note(s): The 1881 edition of Carmina has this song titled as "Jubilate", with the third line of the third stanza reading "Singing, shouting, leaping, as we did of old at play"; the present line was first used in the 1898 edition. The 1926 edition of Carmina omits the line "Parted till the air of Heaven o'er us blow" in the last stanza.
Source(s):
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1921.
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1881.
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1898.
- Carmina Universitatis Novi Brunsvici. Fredericton, NB: University of New Brunswick, 1926.
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