Alma Mater

O Southern, Dear Southern, Thy praises we shall sing,

Until all the heavens and echoes loudly ring.

The winds and the sky as they pass us by Will Adoration bring.
O Southern, Dear Southern, We owe our all to Thee,

In downfall or vict'ry, We'll always loyal be.
Thy Sons and Daughters as they work, Will be inspired by Thee.

O Southern, Dear Southern, Thy name will ever be,
As mighty as the rivers that flow on to the sea,

As pure and true as the Gold and Blue,
That stand out bold for Thee.