Banned Songs of Old Dartmouth
Wednesday, October 23, 1996
Editor's Note: Below is a list of songs that were sung by generations of Dartmouth students before us. Many of these songs have since been banned or altered — deemed out of step with the sensitivites of today.
The music for these songs and additional Dartmouth songs can be found in Dartmouth Song Book, published by Dartmouth Publications in 1950.
A Son of a Gun
writer unknown
I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
I'd put it in the College bell
and stir it 'round and 'round.
Let ev'ry honest fellow
drink his glass of hearty cheer,
For I'm a student of old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer.
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer,
Like ev'ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear.
For I'm a student of Old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.
And if I had a daughter, sir,
I'd dress her up in green;
I'd put her on the campus
just to coach the freshman team.
And if I had a son, sir,
I'll tell you what he'd do
He'd yell, 'To Hell with Harvard!'
like his Daddy used to do.
(Chorus)
Men of Dartmouth
written by Richard Hovey,
Class of 1885
Men of Dartmouth, give a rouse
For the college on the hill
For the Lone Pine above her,
And the loyal sons who love her.
Give a rouse, give a rouse, with a will!
For the sons of old Dartmouth
The sturdy sons of Dartmouth,
Though 'round the girdled earth they roam,
Her spell on them remains;
They have the still North in their hearts,
The hill winds in their veins,
And the granite of New Hampshire
In their muscles and their brains
Men of Dartmouth set a watch
Lest the old traditions fail!
Stand as brother stands by brother!
Dare a deed for thee old Mother!
Greet the world, from the hills, with a hail!
For the sons of old Dartmouth,
The loyal sons of Dartmouth,
Around the world they keep for her
Their old chivalric faith;
They have the still North in their soul,
The hill winds in their breath,
And the granite of New Hampshire
Is made part of them 'til death.
Eleazar Wheelock
written by Richard Hovey '85
Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man;
He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian,
With a gradus ad Parnassum, a Bible, and a drum,
And five hundred gallons of New England rum.
(Chorus)
Fill the bowl up!
Fill the bowl up!
Drink to Eleazar
And his primitive Alcazar
Where he mixed drinks for the heathen,
In the goodness of his soul.
The big chief that met him
was the sachem of the Wah-hoo-wahs.
If he was not the big chief,
there was never one you saw who was;
He had tobacco by the cord, ten squaws,
and more to come.
But he never yet had tasted of New England rum.
(Chorus)
Eleazar and the chief haraunged and gesticulated;
They founded Dartmouth College
and the big chief matriculated,
Eleazar was the faculty and the whole curriculum
Was five hundred gallons of New England rum.
Come stand up, men, and shout for Dartmouth
Cheer when the team in GREEN appears!
For naught avails the strength of Harvard
When they hear our mighty cheers:
'Wah-hoo,wah-hoo-wah!'
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