Alma Mater( Listen) (Text by Robert F. Vaughn, 1907)
Dynamite, Dynamite When VANDY starts to fight. Down the field with blood to yield, If need be, save the shield. If vict'ry's won, when battle's done, Then VANDY's name will rise in fame. Win not lose, It's ours to choose, And VANDY's game will be the same. Dynamite, Dynamite When VANDY starts to fight! Fight!
On the city's western border Reared against the sky Proudly stands our Alma Mater As the years roll by.
Forward ever be thy watchword, Conquer and Prevail. Hail to thee our Alma Mater, Vanderbilt, All Hail!
Cherished by thy sons and daughters, Thy mem'ries sweet shall throng Round our hearts, O Alma Mater, As we sing our song.