To your current smore be early on the matter here our grace Where the robust bread takes valley fill a joy of voices raised On the skies and swelling echoes from the cheers I tell the tale Of you victories and your heroes, how would you sing all hail? Hail to all, Purdue, all hail to all the black Hail to all, Purdue, our French machine of the black Ever grateful, ever true those who raise our son the moon For all of the days we spend with you are here our own Purdue