WHERE THE SLIPPERY ROCK CREEK WANDERS
WITH ITS SPARKLING FALLS
THERE IN STATELY GRACE AND BEAUTY
STANDS OLD S.R. HALLS
(CHORUS)
SING HER PRAISES LOUD RESOUNDING
SPEED THEM ON THEIR WAY
WE’LL BE TRUE TO THEE, OH, S.R.
TRUE FOR AYE AND AYE.
II.
ALL THY HALLS THE DAY IN DYING
CROWN WITH GOLDEN LIGHT
AND THE MORN IN WAKING SPLENDOR
GREETS THEE IN THY MIGHT
III.
LONG MAY YOU, OUR ALMA MATER
SHED YOUR LIGHT ABROAD
AS YOUR LOYAL SONS AND DAUGHTERS
LIVE FOR YOU AND GOD.