Beta Theta Pi
in the old porch chairs
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When the shades of evening gather down around you,
String your old guitar and strum a tune or two;
There's your Alma Mater - finest
of
the
fine.
There's fair Beta - Beta, yours and mine.
When the pipes are glowing in the old porch chairs,
Plink your mandolin and plunk your chapter airs;
There's the absent
member - she for whom you pine;
There's fair Beta - Beta, yours and mine.
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- The Singing Fraternity