Songs To Master
The Notre Dame Victory March
Rally sons of Notre Dame,
Sing her glory, and sound her fame
Raise her Gold and Blue,
And cheer with voices true,
Rah! Rah! For Notre Dame.
We will fight in every game
Strong of heart and true to her name.
We will ne'er forget her
And we'll cheer her ever,
Loyal to Notre Dame.
Chorus:
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What though the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory.
Notre Dame, Our Mother
Notre Dame, our Mother
Tender, strong and true
Proudly in the heavens,
Gleams thy gold and blue.
Glory's mantle cloaks thee
Golden is thy fame,
And our hearts forever,
Praise thee, Notre Dame.
And our hearts forever,
Love thee, Notre Dame.
All We Want for Christmas is V
We don’t want a lot for Christmas; there is just one thing we need,
We don’t care about the statues Fisher stole from Morrissey;
We’re just proud to be your dorm,
Even though it’s far too warm;
Father, don’t you see ...
All we want for Christmas is V.
We don’t want a lot for Christmas—we don’t even want AC,
We don’t mind our cards not swiping, we don’t even mind BP;
We don’t care our rooms are smaller than the average jail cell,
We don’t mind the RAs’ strictness, or the way the water smells:
We just want to be your dorm,
Even though it’s far too warm,
Father, don’t you see ...
All we want for Christmas is V.
Lead us, Father, we will follow; anywhere you are, we’ll go;
Well, unless you happen to be underneath the mistletoe.
Cookies, donuts, and hot chocolate—you’re just like our second Dad,
So we hope your break goes better than the ones the Phillies had;
And as everybody knows,
Only true men dress in rose:
What more could you be?
All we want for Christmas is V.
Bridge:
All the lights are dimming, parietals are done,
At his footsteps all the girls would start to run,
As every woman cowers,
‘Cause now it’s quiet hours:
Larry, won’t you bring us the one we really need,
Won’t you please bring us Father V!
V-I-E-R-L-I-N-G, at his name the trouble fled:
ResLifes here are just as scanty as the hairs upon his head,
We just want him here for good,
In his sweatshirt with a hood,
Father don’t you see ...
All we want for Christmas is V.
All we want for Christmas ... is V.