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BY THY RIVERS GENTLY FLOWING.
1 On the prairies rolling free Stands our University
Alma Mater which we praise in song and story; Other hearts may long to be Near the great wide western sea, Or Atlantic's rough and rock-bound shore, But we Illini, eve." true, will thy fair name enjoy, And promote the good and welfare of our own dear Illinois.
Chorus.—My Illinois, my Illinois,
The pride of all the golden West; My Illinois, dear Illinois,
The university I love the best; My Illinois, old Illinois,
What memories thy name recalls. To the Orange and the Blue I will evermore be true, To my own, my Illinois.
2 We are loyal to thy name, We are jealous of thy fame,
And we cherish deep the spirit that makes heroes;
We rejoice in thy success,
We are anxious to express
The devotion that is wholly thine. Hail, Alma Mater! naught can ever thy good name destroy, East and West pay willing tribute to our own dear Illinois.—Cho.