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No other gang in college dares to meet us in a muss;
So fill your lungs and sing it out and shout it to the sky,
The Blue and Gold forever, I’m a loyal Sigma Chi! Hey!
And when we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row,
Then arm in arm and step in time as down the street we go;
And no matter if a freshman green or in a senior’s gown,
The people all admit we are the warmest gang in town.
We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere,
But while we do we’ll live a life of merriment and cheer;
And when our little day is done and night is drawing nigh,
With parting breath we’ll sing the praise of good old Sigma Chi.
Utah Fight Song
I am a Utah man, sir, and I live across the green.
Our gang, it is the jolliest that you have ever seen.
Our coeds are the fairest and each one’s a shining star.
Our yell, you hear it ringing through the mountains near and far.
Who am I, sir? A Utah man am I; A Utah man, sir, and will be till I die; Ki!Yi!Next Page >
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