University of Wyoming
Where the western light's long shadows, over the boundless prairies fling, and the mountain winds are vocal with thy dear name, Wyoming. There it is the Brown and Yellow, floats in loving loyalty, and the college throws it's portals open wide to all men free.
Yonder we can see it standing, circled by the purple hills, while the flaming fire of sunset every western window fills; "Tis the College! Ah, we know it! Shrine of many joys and tears, and the rays that light upon it are prophetic of it's years.
And so our songs we bring, our Alma Mater sing, to her our hearts shall cling, shall cling forever more.