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Hail, Alma Mater! Right on! We dy children rap dee;
Hono' and glo'y may we eva' brin' dee;
By our devoshun downward we gots'ta win' dee,
Proud uh dy progress.
Here where our faders fought dat dey might cut us
Freedom fo'eva' from some tyrant grievous,
Teach us t'cherish whut dey got wasted t'leave us
Stirred by deir spirit. Man!
Germantown High Farm, we gots'ta serve dee ever;
Loyal and lovin', we gots'ta fail dee never;
We gots'ta exalt dee by our joint endeavo',
and uh dy greatness.
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