In The Old Porch Chairs
Words and Music: Horace G. Lozier, Chicago 1894
When the shades of the evening gather down around you,
String your old guitar and strum a tune or two;
There's your Alma Mater — "finest of the fine."
There's fair Beta — Beta, yours and mine.
When the pipes are glowing in the old porch chairs,
Plink your mandolin and plunk your chapter airs;
There's the "absent member" — she for whom you pine;
There's fair Beta - Beta, yours and mine.