Alma Mater From the hills of Georgia’s northland
Beams thy noble brow,
And the sons of Georgia rising
Pledge with sacred vow. Neath the pine tree’s stately shadow
Spread thy riches rare,
And thy sons, dear Alma Mater,
Will thy treasure share. And thy daughters proudly join thee,
Take their rightful place,
Side by side into the future,
Equal dreams embrace. Through the ages, Alma Mater,
Men will look to thee;
Thou the fairest of the Southland
Georgia’s Varsity. Chorus:
Alma Mater, thee we’ll honor,
True and loyal be,
Ever crowned with praise and glory,
Georgia, hail to thee. |
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Bulldog Marching Song Georgia! Georgia! Hear the Bulldog growl!
Scrapping, snapping, listen to him howl!
Here he comes a running to the field,
Georgia’s team is never going to yield.
Win or lose, the other fellow knows
Georgia fights until the whistle blows.
Red and Black wave on for Georgia’s Varsity
And Georgia’s victory! |
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Glory Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
G-E-O-R-G-I-A.
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
Glory, glory to old Georgia!
G-E-O-R-G-I-A. |
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Hail To Georgia Hail to Georgia, down in Dixie!
A college honor’d fair, and true;
The Red and Black is her standard,
proudly it waves.
Streaming today and the ages through.
She’s the fairest in the Southland
We’ll pledge our love to her for aye;
To that college dear we’ll ring a cheer,
All hail to dear old U-G-A!
Hail, our Varsity of Georgia!
Thy sons will e’er thy glory sing:
To thee we’ll ever be faithful, loyal and true;
Ever and aye will thy praises ring.
Grand old time of ours at Georgia
The happiest days they’ll be always;
Alma mater, fair beyond compare,
All hail to dear old U-G-A! |
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Going Back Going back, going back
Going back to Athens town.
Going back, going back
To the best old place around.
Going back, going back
To hear that grand old sound
Of a chapel bell and a Georgia yell,
Going back to Athens town. |
