Marching Along
Words and Music: Kenneth W. Rogers, Syracuse 1917
Dreary the man who spurns his comrades,
Stumbling along his lonely way;
Happier he who joins his brothers'
Singing a Beta lay!
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Marching along in Beta Theta Pi,
Marching along, we'll rend the air with song'
Strong in the might of our bond fraternal,
Friend of the right and the foe of the wrong!
Following paths old Woogin blazed for us,
Till we arrive at thy shrine on high,
Singing again Mother of'Men,
Hail to thee, Beta Theta Pi!
So in the night of care and sorrow,
Murky with clouds that shroud our way,
We will invoke a brighter morrow,
Singing a Beta lay.
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