Alma Mater
Oh Mount Holyoke we pay thee devotion in the fervor of youth that is strong the courage of right is thy garland our lives, Alma Mater, thy song so from east and from west now we gather and united in firm love to thee all years are as one and our loyal pledge Mount Holyoke, forever shall be Mount Holyoke, forever shall be
Through the heart of a new day’s endeavor Breathes the life of the old days that live for what thou hast given we honor but we love thee for what we can give so when soft in a whisper thou callest for the treasures unlocked by thy key Our achievements, our hopes and our glorious faith shall answer, Mount Holyoke, to thee shall answer, Mount Holyoke, to thee
Anti-Alma Mater
Oh Mount Holyoke we pay tuition in the fervor of youth that’s gone wrong each year it gets higher and higher my God, Alma Mater, how long? so from bar-room to bedroom we stagger and united in free love for all our drinks are too strong and our morals gone Mount Holyoke what’s happening to me-e-e Mount Holyoke what’s happening to me?
The Drinking Song
Tired of books and boring classes, drop your books, pick up your glasses toast – to those who boast – of mixing Greek and Latin with a cool Manhattan Smith, may have their iced tea hours We prefer our whiskey sours Drink and never think about tomorrow tonight And over there they have their Heidelbergs And then there’s Morey’s down at Yale… But when those Harvard boys Drink to college joys It’s dull, you must agree Squeezing lemon in your tea…. The face upon the bar room floor I’d rather be than dull once more We’re HERE, Bring on the BEER, Who cares tonight, we’ll be sober tomorrow Here’s a toast to Old MHC!
Odd Class Sister Songs
Sisters sisters we sing to (insert their year here) working playing we’re all saying you have a winning way sisters sisters (insert your year here) will always love you on the square we’re proud to wear the yellow and the green today
Dear old pals, jolly old pals always together, in all sorts of weather the yellow and the green, shall blend into one (your year here) and (their year here)!
Bread and Roses
As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: ” Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses!”
As we go marching, marching we battle too for men, For they are women’s children and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes. Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread but give us roses.
As we go marching, marching unnumbered woman dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too!
As we go marching, marching we bring the greater days. The rising of the women means the rising of the race, No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes. Hearts starve as well as bodies. Bread and roses! Bread and roses!