Alma Mater

Alma Mater Beatissima
Fair Allegheny, yonder on the hill
Through all the years our hearts are turning still
In love to thee, and so they ever will.
O, Alma Mater, Beatissima.

Warm rests the sun, so soft on wall and vine;
No air in all the world can equal thine,
Again we flame our torches at thy shrine,
O, Alma Mater, Beatissima.