Dear old Wake Forest, Thine is a noble name;
Thine is a glorious fame, Constant and true.
We give thee of our praise, Adore thine ancient days,
Sing thee our humble lays, Mother, so dear.
Dear old Wake Forest, Mystic thy name to cheer;
Be thou our guardian near fore'er and aye.
We bow before thy shrine, Thy brow with bays entwine,
All honor now be thine, Mother, today.
— George W. Paschal, Class of 1892
(Thuringian folk song)
