She Wears My Beta Pin
Words: Horace G. Losier, Chicago 1894
Melody: That Little Old Red Shawl
Oh, she wears my Beta pin, yes, she wears my Beta pin;
She has a right to wear my Beta pin.
Stars that light the Beta skies, lend their lustre to her eyes,
Of course she has a right to wear my pin, my Beta pin.
When she wears my Beta pin, when she wears my Beta pin,
The Diamond's rarest hues flame from within;
O'er her heart the Shield of Gold tells a story very old,
You know she has a right to wear my pin, my Beta pin.