Alma Mater

As I go travelling down lifes highway
Whatever course my fortunes may foretell
I shall not go alone on my way
For thou shall always be with me, Rydell

When I seek rest from worldly matters
In palace or in hovel I may dwell
And though my bed be silk or tatters
My dreams shall always be of thee, Rydell

Through all the years, Rydell
And tears, Rydell
We give three cheers rydell for thee

Through everything Rydell
We cling, Rydell
And sing, Rydell, to thee