Phi Delta Theta, Fiji and Beta were all over there, were all over there;
DU and Chi Psi too, you know what they did and it's all true.
Sigma Chi was just ace high, every mother's son was there to do or die;
In victory's heav'n the stars are seven, a White Cross gleams in the sky. Hi!
I'm glad they loved Sigma Chi, the lads who were over there;
Every gob and doughboy, marine and oh-boy! the birds who fought in the air;
The big gun boys who made all the noise, your glory will never die;
Every rollicking son of America makes me glad I'm a Sigma Chi.