Men of Dartmouth

By Richard Hovey, Class of 1885 | Thursday, April 3, 2003

The following verse is only sung during times of war or memorial.

They were mighty men of old
That she nurtured at her side;
Till like vikings they went forth
From the lone and silent North,
And they strove, and they wrought, and they died;
But the sons of old Dartmouth,
The laurelled sons of Dartmouth,
The Mother keeps them in her heart
And guards their altar flame;
The still North remembers them,
The hill winds know their name,
And the granite of New Hampshire
Keeps a record of their fame;
And the granite of New Hampshire
Keeps a record of their fame.

Men of Dartmouth

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