Mother of Men, grown strong in giving
Honor to them thy lights have led;
Rich in the faith of thousands living,
Proud of the deeds of thousands dead—
We who have felt thy power, and known thee,
We in whose work thy gifts avail,
High in our hearts enshrined enthrone thee,
Mother of Men—Old Yale!

Spirit of youth, alive, unchanging,
Under whose feet the years are cast;
Queen of an ageless empire, ranging
Over the future and the past—
Thee, whom our fathers loved before us,
Thee, whom our sons unborn shall hail,
Praise we today in sturdy chorus,
Mother of Men—Old Yale!