IF your sporting blood is royal you won't curse me if I'm loyal, If I give one side my sympathies and cheers, You have privileges as equal, these remarks have just this sequel — I'm a rooter for the Green's own Grenadiers. You may have another story that is writ in crimson glory, Of a college that has nursed your youthful years; Give her then your fiercest spirit and the outcome never fear it, But my heart is with the Green's own Grenadiers. For what boots a football battle and the crowd's incessant rattle, If it quickens not your deepest hopes and fears? You of Harvard's great endeavor, join and cheer her sons forever, I shall cheer my heart out for my Grenadiers. And if victory refuses, — if the Green's the team that loses — Grief I'll have, but never grief of tears, I will give old Harvard credit, but my heart she'll never wed it, For my heart is with the big Green Grenadiers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WHAT OF THE DARKNESS?; TO THE HAPPY DEAD PEOPLE by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN |