no.12

no.12

while i may not have enjoyed it at the time, i am thankful for the 4 years that i spent at Clemson and not only for the education i received while i was there, but for the person those 4 years taught me to be

Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness,

Where the Tigers play,

Here the sons of dear old Clemson

Reign supreme alway.

Dear old Clemson we will triumph,

And with all our might,

That the Tiger's roar may echo

O'er the mountain height.

We will dream of greater 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

Ever in our lives.