"A Howling Sigma Chi"

Tune to "Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay"; written in 1889 by Samuel R. Ireland

Samuel Ireland

I'm a howling Sigma Chi, seldom cuss and never lie;
Never drink old nasty beer, cigarettes I greatly fear.
My old man's a good old soul, he don't know I'm in the hold;
When my monthly song I sing, charge up drinks as "soap and things."

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!

Football, baseball, dancing ball, Sigma Chi has got the call;
In her classes high she'll stand, Rides the wagon with the band.
In fifty-five she had her birth, in ninety-six she wons the earth;
On judgment day whon't we feel big, Old Gabriel will be a Sig.

I'm a whooping Sigma Chi, I've sung my little lullaby;
When Sigs try hard they will get there, from shooting craps to leading prayer.
With honors, girls, or spikes in view, We're always on the winning crew;
When dust clears off from college scraps, the Sigs will be the on-top chaps.