Now our enemies attack us, feeling somewhat stiff and sore,
But brave Gallagher, the agile, wards them off and lifts the score,
Then our foes, all unintending, their most brainless foul commit,
When the ball to Burns is handed, as the hero now most fit,
And he shoots it in the basket while the startled rooters yell
At this victory unexpected, which our little Burns befell.
Forward then our gallant Captain, quite undaunted, joins the fray,
Shooting balls into the basket in his own peculiar way—
Till the referee is speechless and the gym's old rafters ring
With the chorus that Detweiler and we joyous rooters sing:
But brave Gallagher, the agile, wards them off and lifts the score,
Then our foes, all unintending, their most brainless foul commit,
When the ball to Burns is handed, as the hero now most fit,
And he shoots it in the basket while the startled rooters yell
At this victory unexpected, which our little Burns befell.
Forward then our gallant Captain, quite undaunted, joins the fray,
Shooting balls into the basket in his own peculiar way—
Till the referee is speechless and the gym's old rafters ring
With the chorus that Detweiler and we joyous rooters sing:
While the boys go winning on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The boys go winning on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The boys go winning on!
Victory, victory, all their efforts bless
For the gallant players of our I. H. S.! !
For the gallant players of our I. H. S.! !
