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University Band
How our hearts swell with glowing great pride when we see
Uni band on the march in its yellow and blue.
First comes twirling his mace round with great dignity
The imposing drum major who makes much ado;
Then the boys who are playing our "Loyalty"
And the great title drum always goes along, too.
Uni band on the march in its yellow and blue.
First comes twirling his mace round with great dignity
The imposing drum major who makes much ado;
Then the boys who are playing our "Loyalty"
And the great title drum always goes along, too.
The block I and Illini they form on the field.
Strains of "Hail to the Orange" rise gently and swell
On the air as the leader his baton doth wield
With soft waves, as a wizard of old wove his spell,
And standing uncovered, the crowd can but yield
To the melody sweet that we all know so well.
Strains of "Hail to the Orange" rise gently and swell
On the air as the leader his baton doth wield
With soft waves, as a wizard of old wove his spell,
And standing uncovered, the crowd can but yield
To the melody sweet that we all know so well.
When the band takes its trip every hall is packed tight,
And the home concert draws all to hear and to see.
With fine instruments glowing,—in uniforms bright,—
The performers blend harmony in every key.
Grouped en masse on the stage they're a glorious sight,
So their many warm friends must surely agree.
And the home concert draws all to hear and to see.
With fine instruments glowing,—in uniforms bright,—
The performers blend harmony in every key.
Grouped en masse on the stage they're a glorious sight,
So their many warm friends must surely agree.
On the campus, at twilight there's music in spring.
As the people stroll quiet or sit on the ground
And the children oft dance with a wild, merry fling,
A more pastoral scene nowhere can be found.
At commencement the finish; Loud praises e'er ring
For the great college band, justly loved and renowned.
As the people stroll quiet or sit on the ground
And the children oft dance with a wild, merry fling,
A more pastoral scene nowhere can be found.
At commencement the finish; Loud praises e'er ring
For the great college band, justly loved and renowned.