Alma Mater    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7tCtxVCXMs

Oh, Mount Holyoke, we pay thee devotion,
In the fervor of youth that is strong.
The courage of right is they 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 their 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 the key,
Our achievements, our hopes, and our glorious faith,
Shall answer Mount Holyoke to thee, shall answer Mount Holyoke to thee.

Fractured “Free Love” Alma Mater       https://alumnae.mtholyoke.edu/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/fractured_alma_mater.mp3

Oh, Mount Holyoke we pay thee tuition,
In the fervor of youth that’s gone wrong.
Each year it goes higher and higher,
My God, Alma Mater, how long?
So from barroom to bedroom we stagger,
And united in free love are we.
Our drinks are too strong,
And our morals wrong.
Mount Holyoke, what’s happening to me?
Mount Holyoke, what’s happening to me?

Bread and Roses by Judy Collins            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKEr5U8ERgc

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 women 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
Tender toil where one reposes
But the sharing of lives glories
Bread and roses, bread and roses
(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