Big Game Songs

Hail, Stanford Hail! 

Where the rolling foothills rise,

Up t'wards mountains higher,

Where at eve the Coast range lies' in the sunset fire,

Flushing deep and paling;

Here we raise our voices hailing Thee, our Alma Mater.

From the foothills to the bay, it shall ring,

As we sing,

It shall ring and float away;

Hail, Stanford hail! Hail, Stanford hail!