IF your sporting blood is royal you won't curse me if I'm loyal, If I give one side my sympathies and cheers, You have privileges as equal, these remarks have just this sequel — I'm a rooter for the Green's own Grenadiers. You may have another story that is writ in crimson glory, Of a college that has nursed your youthful years; Give her then your fiercest spirit and the outcome never fear it, But my heart is with the Green's own Grenadiers. For what boots a football battle and the crowd's incessant rattle, If it quickens not your deepest hopes and fears? You of Harvard's great endeavor, join and cheer her sons forever, I shall cheer my heart out for my Grenadiers. And if victory refuses, — if the Green's the team that loses — Grief I'll have, but never grief of tears, I will give old Harvard credit, but my heart she'll never wed it, For my heart is with the big Green Grenadiers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER VOICES OF THE NIGHT: PRELUDE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON |