The Battle Hymn of the I. H. S.
Dedicated to the Basketball Team—1916
Our eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the team,
They are hustling to'ard the center while the happy rooters scream,
But the players stop reluctant, at the whistling referee,
For it happens most untimely that Young Wager's banged his knee.
Now they're on again and hustling "for the honor of the school,"
Trying hard to play obedient to the 1916 rule—
But now over in the doorway, Mr. Bush begins to prance,
While a basket is attempted by our blond and noble Hance.
Oh! Look! He makes the basket and one own Detweiler yells
And loud and louder through the Gym the "fighting" echo swells,
They are hustling to'ard the center while the happy rooters scream,
But the players stop reluctant, at the whistling referee,
For it happens most untimely that Young Wager's banged his knee.
Now they're on again and hustling "for the honor of the school,"
Trying hard to play obedient to the 1916 rule—
But now over in the doorway, Mr. Bush begins to prance,
While a basket is attempted by our blond and noble Hance.
Oh! Look! He makes the basket and one own Detweiler yells
And loud and louder through the Gym the "fighting" echo swells,
While the boys go fighting on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The boys go fighting on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The boys go fighting on!
