Lyrics

Lyrics

The Cavalier Fight Song

Come and sing dear old Virginia’s name,
And make the Blue Ridge roar;
For the world yields honor to her name
Who knew her deeds of yore.
Then make each heart a flowing bowl,
And pour our pledges strong,
As down the ages still we roll;
Virginia’s triumph song.

Once more our might has won the fight;
We gain the victor’s due.
And all men raise their voice to praise
The orange and blue.
So, through the years, like Cavaliers,
We’ll shout Virginia’s name!
It e’er shall be on land and sea
A sign of might and fame.

 


The Good Old Song
Words by Edward A. Craighill, 1895

That Good Old Song of Wahoowa,
We’ll sing it o’er and o’er.
It cheers our heart and warms the blood
To hear them shout and roar.
We come from old Virginia,
Where all is bright and gay.
Let’s all join hands and give a yell
For dear old UVa.

What though the tide of years may roll
And drift us far apart,
For Alma Mater still there’ll be
A place in ev’ry heart.
In college days we’ll sing her praise,
And so, when far away,
In memory we still shall be
At the dear old UVa.

(chant)
WAHOOWA, WAHOOWA
UNI-V, VIR-GIN-I-A
HOO-RAH-RAY, HOO-RAH-RAY
RAY! RAY! U-V-A!


Virginia Hail, All Hail!
Alma Mater

Ten thousand voices sing thy acclaim;
Ten thousand hearts beat high at thy name;
All unafraid and girded with good,
Mother of men a queen thou hast stood;
Children of thine a true brotherhood,
Virginia, Hail, All Hail!
Virginia, Hail, All Hail!

Long let thy praises live and resound;
Long let thy virtues in us abound;
Let morning radiance set thee in sight;
Let noonday brilliance crown thee with light;
Let ev’ning sun sink kissing goodnight,
Virginia, Hail, All Hail!
Virginia, Hail, All Hail!

 


Hoo Time!

U-V-A
Come shout and sing her name,
Victory’ll bring us all some fame,
And when the Wahoos win,
You’ll wish that you could say,
You’d be a Wahoo, forever, HOO-RAY!