I. From the grand old mountains, Capped with purest snow -- From the burning deserts, Where the sagebrush grow Comes a mighty volume Ringing thru the air Of some hundred voices Free from every care. Chorus -- Murdock! Murdock! Hear our happy throng! Murdock! Murdock! Pass the sound along. Murdock! Murdock! How we love your name! Murdock! Murdock! How we shout your fame! II. When the classroom beckons With fair wisdom's light, Heart and soul we gather, There to make a fight; For we boast of learning In our dear old school, And we love to measure By the Golden Rule. Chorus -- III. When the campus echoes With our ringing shouts, And our firends and classmates All come bounding out, Fling the dear old banner To the skies so blue, Shout the name we honor -- We are true to you! Chorus --
