(Words & music by S. Dueker - P. Lohstroh)
Underneath the foliage, in its bower set
Loveliest of the flowers of spring
Blooms the violet
(Violet, violet, flower of N.Y.U.)
We will ever sing thy praise
To thee we'll ere be true
(We'll be true)
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