Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness,
Where the Tigers play,
Here the sons of dear old Clemson
Reign supreme alway.
Dear old Clemson we will triumph,
And with all our might,
That the Tiger's roar may echo
O'er the mountain height.
We will dream of greater conquests
For our past is grand.
And her sons have fought and conquered
Every foreign land.
Where the mountains smile in grandeur
O'er the hill and dale,
Here the Tiger lair is nestling
Swept by storm and gale.
We are brothers strong in manhood,
For we work and strive.
And our Alma Mater reigneth
Ever in our lives.