A Son Of A Gun

I wish I had a barrel of rum

and sugar three hundred pound.

I’d put it in the College bell

and stir it ‘round and ‘round.

Let ev’ry honest fellow

drink his glass of hearty cheer,

For I’m a student of old Dartmouth

and a son of a gun for beer.

I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a,

son of a gun for beer.

I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a,

son of a gun for beer,

Like ev’ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear.

For I’m a student of Old Dartmouth

and a son of a gun for beer.

And if I had a daughter, sir,

I’d dress her up in green;

I’d put her on the campus

just to coach the freshman team.

And if I had a son, sir,

I’ll tell you what he’d do

He’d yell, ‘To Hell with Harvard!’

like his Daddy used to do.

(Chorus)

A banned song of Dartmouth College.