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Blpba Songs 
 
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 Forward. 
 
 (Air — " Marseillaise.") 
 
 Ye brave K. A.'s, march on to glory, 
 
 March on to fame and victory; 
 Your deeds shall live in song and story, 
 
 A noble scroll for all to see, 
 
 A noble scroll for all to see. 
 Shall K. A. knights at ease reclining, 
 
 See wrong, oppression in the land, 
 
 And not stretch forth a helping hand 
 To ease the weak, the sad, repining? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Then up, and strike, brave hearts! 
 
 The sword of right draw forth. 
 
 Strike on! Fear not! Your cause is just. 
 
 Your cause, dear old K. A. 
 
 Oh, brothers dear, your vows so binding — 
 
 Those sacred bonds we all revere — 
 Shall form around your brave hearts winding, 
 
 A shield of might 'gainst coward fear, 
 
 A shield of might 'gainst coward fear. 
 So shall you say when life is falling; 
 
 "We fought the battle of the right; 
 
 Rescued the weak from craven might, 
 K. A. has called — we heard her calling!" 
 
 Since first her sun on Southland dawning, 
 
 Gave to the world a beacon clear, 
 Our Order's fame, like light of morning. 
 
 Has come aboard to aid and cheer, 
 
 Has come aboard to aid and cheer. 
 Oh, dear K. A., our hearts are loving! 
 
 Guide on, guide' on, as in the past; 
 
 Take us and lead us to the last. 
 Till Death shall stay fore'er our roving. 
 
 —Sir Galahad. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 To Old K. A. 
 
 (Tune—" The Old North State.") 
 
 Kappa Alpha! Kappa Alpha! Heaven's blessings attend her! 
 While we live we will cherish, protect and defend her; 
 The' foeman may sneer at and scorner defame her 
 Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For old K. A. forever! 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For good old K. A. 
 
 Though she envies not others their merited glory, 
 Say, whose name stands the first in fraternity's story? 
 And while granting each region its own deserved stand, 
 May she never forsake her dear chosen Southland! 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For old K. A. forever! 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For good old K. A. 
 
 Then let all that love us, love the land that we live in, 
 (As happy a region as on this side of Heaven,) 
 With the Crimson and Gold and the Cross held before us 
 Raise aloud, raise together the heart thrilling chorus. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For old K. A. forever! 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! For good old K. A. 
 
 — Paul Murrill. 
 
 ^ O a C^ 
 
 Drinking Song. 
 
 (Tune — " Brown October Ale.") 
 
 It's will ye go with me, my lads! 
 
 It's will ye go with me! 
 In thought I'll lead you back to-day 
 
 To years of jolity. 
 When care had stayed its heavy hand 
 
 And eager hope was free. 
 Then here's a joy for every one. 
 
 Our dear fraternity. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Then come, lads and drink, lads, 
 
 'Twill make you blithe and gay; 
 Oh! calm your fears and drown your cares, 
 
 In thoughts of old K. A. 
 
 (Repeat). 
 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Then dream of college days with me, 
 
 Of days that sparkled bright, 
 With tender glance of smiling maids 
 
 And coy ambition's light. 
 When morrow seemed to glow and shine 
 
 With e'en celestial fire, 
 And never place in life so high 
 
 That we could not aspire. 
 
 Then dream of Ben and Tom and Jack, 
 
 Of Billy's beard and horn. 
 When first he made his impress on 
 
 The candidate forlorn; 
 Of days of friendship true and sweet 
 
 That sped so swift away. 
 Then drink with me most heartily 
 
 To drown all care to-day. 
 
 F. P. F. 
 » O « C( 
 
 Crimson and Gold. 
 
 (With Apologies to Kappa Kappa Gamma.) 
 (Air — " Kentucky Babe.") 
 
 Brothers, let us sing again the joys of friendship sweet. 
 
 Friendship true and strong; 
 And the love that fills our hearts when the loyal K. A.'s meet 
 
 Weave into our song! 
 Sing the crimson we've borrow'd from the depths of roses' hues, 
 Sing the gold we've borrow'd from the heav'nly singers' pews, 
 
 Sing our gold shield gleaming 
 
 With its hidden meaning, 
 
 Sing our love for thee — 
 
 CHOEtTS. 
 
 K. A. dear. 
 Once again thy mystic vows we will all renew, 
 
 K. A. dear, 
 Once again we offer the loyal hearts and true, 
 
 Thine forever. 
 
 Bound together 
 
 In fraternity. 
 
 What the years may bring to us, which of us can tell, 
 Whether weal or woe? 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Lands and seas may sever wide friends we loved so well. 
 
 Friends of long ago; 
 Yet though happy college days shall fade into the past, 
 Still within the fortress of my heart imprisoned fast, 
 
 Failing, fading never. 
 
 There shall live forever 
 
 Love for Kap' Alpha. 
 
 o o o o 
 
 Convention Song. 
 
 (Air — " The Campbells are Coming.") 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming, Oho! Oho! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming from the dear Southland! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming, Oho! Oho! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming. Oho! Oho! 
 
 The great K. C. he goes before, 
 He opens wide the welcome door, 
 With sound of triumph and fun, 
 And crimson waving in the sun. 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming, Oho! Oho! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming from the dear Southland! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming, Oho! Oho! 
 
 The K. A.'s are coming. Oho! Oho! 
 
 The K. A.'s, etc. 
 
 With crosses gold, old Knighthood's pride, 
 And God and woman on their side, 
 With plumes all nodding in the wind, 
 They have nae left a man behind. 
 
 The K. A.'s, etc. 
 
 Hark! Hark! The welcome call I hear. 
 
 And I nae shed a single tear, 
 
 'Tis K. A.'s call, I must away, 
 
 Kap' Alpha's the word and ours the day. 
 
 The K. A.'s, etc. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 5 
 
 Our Order. 
 
 (Air — " Maryland, My Maryland.") 
 
 Our Kappa^takes the land — 
 
 Our Order O, our Order O! 
 No other "frat" can with her speed — 
 
 Our Order O, our Order O! 
 Her ranks are full of valiant knights, 
 Who nobly win the hardest fights! 
 
 Dear old K. A., dear old K. A., 
 
 Our love is thine, our love is thine! 
 
 O'er Southern soil our banners wave — • 
 
 Our Order O, our Order O! 
 Beneath them stand the true and brave — 
 
 Our Order O, our Order O! 
 We'll love our sunny Southern clime 
 Till ends the onward march of time! 
 
 Dear old K. A., dear old K. A., 
 The South is thine, the South is thine! 
 
 We'll strive with all our power and might, 
 
 Dear Order O, dear Order O! 
 To keep thy records pure and white, 
 
 Dear Order O, dear Order O! 
 Fresh honors add to victory. 
 New praises sing to thine and thee! 
 
 Dear old K. A., dear old K. A., 
 Our hearts are thine, our hearts are thine. 
 
 — Preston H. Davis. 
 
 O a O C^ 
 
 The Songs of K. A. 
 (Air—" Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes.") 
 
 We will always remember the songs we have sung. 
 
 In praise of our dear K. A. 
 
 Though scattered the singers in years which must come, 
 
 The words in each true heart will stay. 
 
 Whatever our lot, wherever our home, our hearts will always be one, 
 
 And the sweet words we've loved will be to us then. 
 
 What they were in the days that are gone. 
 
6 , Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Our earnest petition to Him we vvili raise, 
 
 By whose goodness our hearts are thus bound, 
 
 That the richest of blessings to K. A. be given, 
 
 And ever in her may be found. 
 
 To those who succeed in singing her songs 
 
 May our words echo back loud and clear, 
 
 To " maintam all that's true, pure, shining and strong. 
 
 Kappa Alpha! To thy sons ever dear! 
 
 May our own Alma Mater most proudly rejoice 
 
 In her Kappa sons, whose songs we've extolled — 
 
 Shall with her own colors unfold. 
 
 Whose banners bright red — the heart's blood of men — 
 
 Shall with ner own colors unfold. 
 
 Bright crimson and gold! Pit emblems for those 
 
 "Whom "kings among men" we should see, 
 
 Whose heart blood untainted shall always be warmed 
 
 By their love, Kappa Alpha, for thee! 
 
 « « O C^ 
 
 -J. R. H. 
 
 The Man That Revealed. 
 
 (Air — " Auld Lang Syne.") 
 
 Now once upon a time there was 
 
 In our fraternity 
 An absent-minded wretch that broke 
 
 The oath of secrecy. 
 
 Around him sat the " bars;" 
 To hear each craned his head 
 
 To list' to that forgetful wretch; 
 And this was what he said. 
 
 "The cross we wear upon the shield 
 A meaning deep does yield; 
 
 It means — but I've forgotten that — 
 So let's go to the shield. 
 
 "About that shield — yes, long ago, 
 
 In France or Germany, 
 Or England — I've forgotten which — 
 
 Maybe 'twas Italy. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 "The deepest, darkest mystery 
 
 Is what does a K. A.; 
 It stands for — I remember K., 
 
 But I have forgotten A." 
 
 So spoke he. His forgetfiilness 
 
 So tinged all he did say, 
 That they forgot what he revealed, 
 
 And don't know to this day — H. A. Bayne. 
 
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 Our Fraternity. 
 
 (Air — " America.") 
 
 Our Order, 'tis of thee, 
 Grand old Fraternity, 
 
 Of thee I sing! 
 Here's to thy heroes bold. 
 Fearless as knights of old; 
 Praises unsung — untold — 
 
 To thee I bring. 
 
 Strong is our love for thee, 
 Dear old Fraternity, 
 
 For thee and thine! 
 Brothers in heart and deed, 
 Faithful in time of need, 
 Anxious brave men to lead 
 
 Unto thy shrine! 
 
 Our praise shall ever be 
 For our Fraternity, 
 
 For Love and Right! 
 Women we will defend, 
 To her our strength we'll lend. 
 And for the Truth contend 
 
 In noble fight! 
 
 Shout, then, the tidings free. 
 That our Fraternity 
 
 Leads all the rest! 
 Oh, let. the world proclaim 
 Dear Kappa Alpha's name. 
 And hand it down to fame, 
 
 Stamped as The Best! 
 
 — Preston S. Davis. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 A Jolly Fraternitee. 
 
 (Air — " Son of a Gambolier.") 
 
 Come, gather 'round me, boys, 
 
 And join me in my lay; 
 I wish to sing a song about 
 
 Our jolly old K. A. 
 So fill a cup of ruby wine 
 
 With mirth and jollitee, 
 And drink it to the very dregs 
 
 To our Fraternitee. 
 
 CHOEUS. 
 
 A jolly, a jolly, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 A jolly, a jolly, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 So fill up the cup of ruby wine 
 
 With mirth and jollitee, 
 
 And drink it to the verj- dregs. 
 
 To our Fraternitee. 
 
 'Twas old A^irginia first did plant 
 
 The seed that give us birth. 
 That reared the Order, true and strong, 
 
 That's known about the earth; 
 So fill a cup of ruby wine 
 
 With mirth and jollitee. 
 And drink it to the very dregs. 
 
 To old Virginiee. 
 
 A jolly, a jolly, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 A jolly, a jolly, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 So fill a cup of ruby wine 
 
 With mirth and jollitee, 
 
 And drink it to the very dregs, 
 
 To old Virginiee. 
 
 But college days, alas! are brief. 
 
 And time goes flitting by; 
 We grasp our brothers' hands with grief 
 
 And leave them with a sigh; 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Yet ere we part, with hand on heart, 
 We'll swear on future day 
 
 To ope our arms with brothers' love 
 To every true K. A. 
 
 CPIORUS. 
 
 A jolly, a joPy, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 A jolly, a jolly, a jolly, a jolly, 
 
 A jolly Fraternitee, 
 
 Yet ere we part, with hand on heart, 
 
 We'll swear in future day 
 
 To ope our arms with brothers' love 
 
 To every true K. A. 
 
 O O » ^ 
 
 The Legend. 
 
 (Air — " Upidee.") 
 
 In '65 Virginia's sky 
 
 Was clear, the war clouds had rolled by; 
 When soft a voice was heard to sing, 
 With muffled tone, mysterious ring: 
 
 Kappa Alpha, dear K. A., dear K. A., dear K. A. 
 Kappa Alpha, dear K. A., Kappa Alpha dear." 
 
 A rider 'twas in knightly garb; 
 His lance was long, and from its barb 
 There hung a banner, crimson, gold. 
 That to this world this message told. 
 
 A crimson cross was on his breast; 
 In goodly steel this knight was dressed. 
 Nor rest took he, but louder rose 
 The voice from out his visor closed. 
 
 On rode this strange, mysterious knight, 
 Nor turned aside, unless to right 
 Some evil or to others show 
 The import of those words we know.. 
 
10 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 So on he rode throughout the land, 
 Year after year increased his band, 
 Till now the noble Southland rings 
 With echoes as his thousands sing. 
 
 O o o 
 
 The Old Chapter is Home. 
 
 (Air — " Home, Sweet Home.") 
 
 ']\Iid pleasures and palaces through which we may roam, 
 To the ''Greek" his old Chapter's as dear as his home! 
 A charm from the skies seems to hallow him there, 
 Which, seen thro' the world, is never met with elsewhere. 
 
 CHOBUS. 
 
 Home, home, 
 The Chapter's our home; 
 No place like the Chapter, 
 To Greeks it is home. 
 
 We lay down life's burdens, life's sorrows, life's pain, 
 We meet in the Chapter, we meet once again; 
 Just " boys," with our hopes, our ambitions, our fears, 
 Just " boys," cast adrift on the tide of the years. 
 
 We rejoice with the strong, we encourage the weak. 
 
 We help them to fight for the laurels they seek; 
 
 We pledge them our love, our support and our aid 
 
 Till the stars shall burn down and the sunlight shall fade! 
 
 And when from our Chapters we're called on to go 
 Upon that last journej- from tliis vale of woe. 
 We will gather the "boys" in a Chapter above 
 And live through the ages in unending love. 
 
 — Preston S. Davi^. 
 O O 
 
 Our Order's Toast. 
 (Air — ' Auld Lang Syne.") 
 
 Should Kappa Alpha be forgot. 
 And never brought to min'? 
 
 Should auld acquaintance be forgot 
 And days of auld lang syne? 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 11 
 
 For Kappa Alpha dear, my boys — 
 
 For Kappa Alpha dear — 
 We'll take the cup of kindness, boys, 
 
 For Kappa Alpha dear! 
 
 We'll' fight for Truth and Honesty, 
 
 For Honor, bright and clear, 
 We'll hang fresh garlands 'round the head 
 
 Of Kappa Alpha dear! 
 Of Kappa Alpha dear, my boys. 
 
 Of Kappa Alpha dear! 
 We'll hang fresh garlands 'round the head 
 
 Of Kappa Alpha dear! 
 
 In youth, in manhood and old age 
 
 We'll never fail or fear 
 To honor woman's name and love 
 
 In Kappa Alpha dear. 
 In Kappa Alpha dear, my boys. 
 
 In Kappa Alpha dear. 
 To honor woman's name and love 
 
 In Kappa Alpha dear! 
 
 Then raise on high a shout of joy — 
 
 Proclaim it j-ear by year. 
 That naught but Truth, and Right, and Good 
 
 Is in our Order dear! 
 Is in our Order dear, my boys, 
 
 Is in our Order dear! 
 That naught but Truth, and Right, and Good 
 
 Is in our Order dear! 
 
 — Preston S. Davis. 
 O O a O 
 
 Marching on Together. 
 
 (Air — " John Brown's Body.") 
 
 Let us gather close around and sing a little song, 
 About our noble Order, with her bonds so true and strong, 
 Dear Old Kappa Alpha, we are with you all day long! 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We are marching on together (Repeat) 
 Old K. A.'s marching on. 
 
12 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 We greet you, every frater, " here's to you in rosy wine!" 
 Whene'er you get in trouble, why just out and give the sign! 
 We will rally to the rescue and we'll hew things to the line! 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 A health to Southern w^oman! She's our inspiration fair. 
 There's beauty in her dreamy eyes and glossy, raven hair; 
 And whene'er it comes to loving, she can have our " lion's share. 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 Then shout for every chapter, from Virginia to the Coast! 
 We'll keep our Order's colors high, her name shall be our boast! 
 We will still stick close together — well, if we don't, we'll most! 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 O » ^ O 
 
 The K. A. Girl I Love. 
 
 (Air — " Aunt Dinah's Quilting Party.") 
 
 Down the college street we sauntered, 
 
 Sauntered 'neath the college grove, 
 And 'twas there that I told the old story 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love, 
 To the K. A. girl I love; 
 And 'twas there I told the old story 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 Oh, her eyes the starlight rivaled, 
 
 Rivaled all the stars above, 
 But they drooped as I told that old story 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 To the K. A. girl I love, etc. 
 
 On her breast my Frat. pin glittered. 
 
 Glittered as her wild heart strove. 
 Vainly strove as I told the old story 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love, 
 To the K. A. girl I love, etc. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. . 13 
 
 Dropped her head upon my shoulder, 
 
 Nestled like a frightened dove; 
 Rested there as I told the sweet story 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 To the K. A. girl I love, 
 To the K. A. girl I love, etc. 
 
 Should you wish to know the ending, 
 
 To know how my wooing throve, 
 Ask the roses, they'll tell you the story 
 
 Of the K. A. girl I love. 
 
 Of the K. A. girl I love, 
 Of the K. A. girl I love, etc. 
 
 — Sir Galahad. 
 
 O O O O 
 
 K. A. Girls. 
 
 (Air — " Comin' Through the Rye.") 
 
 Gin a K. A. met a girlie 
 
 With a K. A. pin; 
 Gin the chappie kiss the girlie. 
 
 Should it be a sin? 
 Ev'ry chappie has his girlie, 
 
 But I lo'e them all; 
 Both fair and dark, it's one to me, 
 
 I lo'e them, short and tall. 
 
 Wi' dimpled chin an' K. A. pin, 
 
 There's one I'd lo'e to see; 
 But if she's mine, or if unkin', 
 Oh, dinna ask o' me. 
 
 Gin a chappie meet a girlie. 
 
 Blue-eyed, hair o' gold; 
 Gin the chappie lo'e an' ask her, 
 
 Should the girlie scold? 
 Lang ago I'd asked a girlie. 
 
 But I lo'e them all; 
 Both fair and dark, it's one to me, 
 
 I lo'e them, short and tall. 
 
14 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Wi' dimpled chin an' K. A. pin, 
 There's one I'd lo'e to see; 
 
 But if she's mine, or if unlcin', 
 Oh, dinna ask o' me. 
 
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 — Sir Galahad. 
 
 . Good Old College Days. 
 (To the music of " In the Good Old Summer Time," with apologies ta^ 
 
 Messrs. Shields and Evans.) 
 
 There are days in each year that we always hold dear, 
 
 Good old college days; 
 With the girls and the roses and sweet-scented 'nolias, 
 
 Good old college days; 
 When your week's work is ended and labor suspended, 
 
 Then you are with brother K. A.'s; 
 No teaching annoying, each one is enjoying- 
 
 Good old college days; 
 
 CHOEUS. 
 
 In the good old college days, 
 In the good old college days, 
 
 Spending all the vacant hours. 
 With the true K. A.'s; 
 
 You grip a hand and it grips yours, 
 And tells in very good ways 
 
 That he's a Kappa Alpha 
 In the good old college days. 
 
 For crimson and gold we are loyal and bold, 
 
 Good old college days, 
 In corner so cozy with sister so rosy. 
 
 Good old college days, 
 Those days full of pleasure we now fondly treasure. 
 
 When our fraters gave us the praise 
 For cross bearers winning and fair maidens pinning, 
 
 Good old college days, 
 
 — V. Otis Robertson (Alpha-Upsilon). 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 The Crimson and the Gold. 
 (Air— The Bonny Blue Flag.) 
 
 We are a band of brothers, 
 
 United heart and hand, 
 Held firmly by fraternal ties 
 
 The strongest in the land. 
 The shield and gold cross wearing 
 
 Our hearts allegiance hold 
 To K. A.'s glorious banner, 
 
 The Crimson and the Gold. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah for Kappa Alphas bold. 
 
 Hurrah for our K. A. colors. 
 The Crimson and the Gold. 
 
 " God and the ladies," shouting, 
 
 " Excelsior," our motto, 
 We bravely press into the fray. 
 
 Conquering as we go. 
 
 And, victory accomplished. 
 
 And pledges in the fold. 
 We proudly pin upon their breasts 
 The Crimson and the Gold. .^ 
 
 In cosy corners darkened, 
 
 With sisters sweet and fair. 
 We joy to see adorning them 
 
 The colors that we wear. 
 What maiden can resist them. 
 
 There's not one can withhold 
 From saying " yes," when asked to grace 
 
 The Crimson and the Gold. 
 
 — Danny. 
 
 ■:• -^ r!? -rv 
 
 To the Dixie Girl. 
 
 (Air — " Finiculi, Finicula.") 
 
 Some like the cold and haughty Northern maiden, 
 
 But not so I; but not so I. 
 Some like a girl with affection laden, 
 
 To pine and sigh; to pine and sign. 
 
16 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 But I — I like the sparking Southern beauty, 
 In every way; in every way. 
 
 To love this maiden is the bounden duty 
 Of each K. A.; of each K. A. 
 
 Kappa Alphas, join me in my song; 
 She's the girl to whom our hearts belong, 
 
 And so we are her slaves of yesterday, 
 
 To-morrow and to-day — 
 The dainty, lovable Dixie girl, 
 
 The girl for old K. A. 
 
 -George Upshur Pope. 
 
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 To the Tune ol " Son of a Gambolier." 
 
 We are a bunch of theologs; 
 
 We warble hymns by rote, 
 
 But we sometimes wax a trifle gay 
 
 And chant a comic note; 
 We do not drink nor smoke nor chaw, 
 
 We do not guzzle beer, 
 But we'll split a bottle of soda pop 
 
 To Kappa Alpha dear. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 A son of a son of a son of a son of a son of old K. A. 
 A son of a son of a son of a son of Dixie Land, Hooray! 
 We'll sing our Order's praises and we'll pass the goblet round. 
 And we'll lift her high to Dixie and to K. A. drink her down. 
 
 A freshman came to college, 
 
 And his hair was full of hay; 
 His coat was turned, his trousers bagged. 
 
 He was an awful jay; 
 He couldn't punt the pig-skin 
 
 And he couldn't wield the bat, 
 But the K. A.'s got together. 
 
 And they took him in the frat. 
 
 They combed the fodder from his locks. 
 
 They had his garments pressed; 
 That 'twas the self-same ruralite 
 
 You never would have guessed. 
 
Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 17 
 
 He took all the college honors 
 
 For the glory of K. A., 
 And he'll be without a single doubt, 
 
 The President some day. 
 
 Here's to Kappa Alpha girls, 
 
 The fairest of the fair; 
 Their sunny Southern natures 
 
 And their glossy Southern hair; 
 We much adore them every one, 
 
 From the spinster to the tot. 
 And when it comes to tying up 
 
 We'll marry them a lot. 
 
 A toast to every brother 
 
 In our good fraternitee; 
 We lift the cup to every one 
 
 Wherever he may be — 
 Here's hoping that your health is fine 
 
 And that your eye is clear, 
 And for those who've passed beyond the vale 
 
 We shed a brother's tear. 
 
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 To the Tune of " Mr. Dooley." 
 
 In eighteen hundred and sixty-five, * 
 
 At Washington and Lee, 
 There was a band of soldier boys 
 
 As brave as they could be; 
 
 They'd followed Lee and Jackson 
 
 From the mountains to the bay. 
 And they said, We'll get together 
 
 And we'll call ourselves K. A. 
 
 CHOEUS. 
 
 Kappa Alpha! Kappa Alpha! 
 
 Thy sons v^'ill ever hold thy memory dear; 
 
 Throughout the ages. 
 
 On history's pages, 
 We'll write her name in letters large and clear. 
 
18 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 Our Order now is big and strong, 
 
 A great fraternal band; 
 It leads the teeming hosts of Greeks 
 
 In sunny Dixie Land; 
 From Delaware to Texas, 
 
 From Missouri to the coast, 
 Her sons are always at the top; 
 
 If not tney're always "most." 
 
 J^et S. A. E. and Kappa Sig, 
 
 Alpha Tau and Sigma Nu, 
 Charter every bloomin' institute 
 
 From Maine to Kalamazoo. 
 We'll concentrate on Southern soil. 
 
 And we'll cultivate her deep, 
 And we'll have abundant harvest 
 
 Every time it's time to reap. 
 
 We have no chapters in Zulu, 
 
 Nor even in Japan; 
 For Africa we hardly thirst, 
 
 Nor other foreign land; 
 i^et others take the earth and moon, 
 
 The stars and milky way. 
 But sunny Dixie's plenty good 
 
 For us and old K. A. 
 
 Then here's to Kappa Alpha! 
 
 We pronounce it with a snap, 
 What others care about our style 
 
 We do not care a rap; 
 We'll live and die in Dixie, 
 
 And we'll give the rebel yell. 
 And if others do not like it, 
 
 They can simply loop the loop. 
 
 :o « C^ O 
 
 A Toast to Kappa Alpha. 
 
 (Tune of "Heidelberg," with apologies to Messrs. Pixley and Luder.) 
 
 In honor of thee. Kappa Alpha dear. 
 Once more we are gathered here. 
 To praise thy name and sing thy fame. 
 At the close of thy fortieth year; 
 
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 But before we do more let us raise a cheer 
 To K. A. the '^frat" without peer. 
 So come let us clink, and then we will drink 
 One toast in the foaming beer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Here's to K. A. fraternity, 
 
 Here's to her emblem fair, 
 
 Here's to her sons — they're the best of earth — 
 
 Here's to the cross we wear; 
 
 Here's to those manly principles 
 
 Instilled in each heart so bold; 
 
 Here's to our brothers where'er they be, 
 
 Here's to " Ye Knights of Olde!" 
 
 O, Kappa Alpha, dear K. A., 
 
 Thy sons will ne'er forget 
 
 Thee through the haze of student days 
 
 Or through those coming yet; 
 
 The days of yore will come no more, 
 
 But through our manly years 
 
 The thought of you will keep us true, 
 
 And fill our eyes with tears. — ^F. L. T. 
 
 In Kappa Alphas Praise. 
 
 (Tune — "Old Heidelberg.")' 
 
 Here's to the cross upon each breast, 
 
 Here's to the shield of gold; 
 Here's to the noblest now on earth, 
 
 Here's to the knights of old. 
 Here's to the life she gives to us, 
 
 Free as the light of day; 
 Here's to the one immortal band. 
 
 Here's to beloved K. A. 
 
 We'll all get round and drink a toast. 
 
 And proudly let it be 
 To Kappa Alpha's sturdy host. 
 
 The pride of chivalry; 
 And let each one till up his stein 
 
 And all their voices raise 
 
20 Some Kappa Alpha Songs. 
 
 To join in one triumphant song 
 
 In Kappa Alpha's praise. 
 And join in one triumphant song 
 
 In Kappa Alpha s praise. 
 
 — J. H. Gwathmey, Eta. 
 
 A Kappa Alpha Toast. 
 (Air — Drinking Song, " Prince of Pilson.") 
 
 Here's to the Kaps we know and love, 
 Red Rhenish to the brim; 
 To those of the crimson and old gold — 
 To them we'll sing a hymn. 
 
 Up with the glass and pledge them, boys — • 
 
 Our love we do declare;. 
 
 And every man of the Kappa Clan, 
 
 Will ^rely do his share. 
 
 — J. Bailey Wray, Lambda. 
 
 
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