The Sweetheart of Sigma Chi
Words by Byron D. Stokes, Albion '13 Music by F.Dudleigh Vernor, Albion '14
When the world goes wrong as it's bound to do,
And you've broken Dan Cupid's bow,
And you long for the girl you used to love,
The maid of the long ago.
Why light your pipe, bid sorrow a vaunt,
Blow the smoke from your altar of dreams;
And wreathe the face of your dream girl there,
The love that is just what it seems.
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The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl
Of all the girls I know;
Each sweet co-ed, like a rainbow trail,
Fades in the after glow.
The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair,
Are a blend of the western sky;
And the moonlight beams on the girls of my dreams,
She's the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Ev'ry magic breeze wafts a kiss to you
From the lips of your "sweet sixteen."
And one by one the maids you knew
Bow to your Meerschaum Queen.
As the years drift by on the tides of time,
And they all have forgotten but you,
Then the girl of your dreams the sweeter seems,
She's the girl who is always true.
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A Sig I Am
"Happy Day":Words by Richard C. Hughes, Wooster 1884,
Walter H. Reynods, Wooster 1886
and McClure S. Todd, Wooster 1887
A Sig I am, A Sig I'll be,
A Sig through all eternity,
A Sig by day, a Sig by night
To be a Sig is my delight
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Sig, oh Sig, Sigma Chi,
I'll be a Sig until I die;
Sig, oh Sig, Sigma Chi,
I'll be a Sig until I die.
Banquet Song
'Tis the jolliest night in the whole college year.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
The night for some rollicking, rousing good cheer.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
CHORUS
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour,
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour;
Vive l'amour, vive l'avour, vive la Sigma Chi!
Away with the man that says aught of a book.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
No learning is precious but that of a cook.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
CHORUS
Together we've gone thro' each struggle and storm.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
Our strength is in unity, loyal and warm.
Vive la Sigma Chi!
CHORUS
Sing a Song to Sigma Chi
By Ellis O. Jones, Ohio State 1897
Sing a song to Sigma Chi, and sing it loud and clear,
Sing it with a mighty shout, so all the world can hear
Make the good old welcome ring and lift it to the sky,
As we gather 'round and sing a song to Sigma Chi.
Come Brothers, Sing
William L. Steele, Illinois 1896
Come brothers, sing together the praise of Sigma Chi,
With loyal proud devotion our hearts are beating high,
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One band of friends, nay brothers in closest bond are we,
Sweet ties to be unbroken through all eternity.
Though far apart we're scattered, as brothers we are one,
The mystic tie that binds us extends from sun to sun,
From broad Pacific's border to classic eastern slope,
From west to east we're singing, live Sigma Chi, our hope.
Raise a Song Forever
Come a runnin', hear that hummin'?
Ol' King Constantine's a strummin'
Harmonies of good old Sigma Chi
Making pals a little dearer, happy hours a little nearer,
Days we cherish ever, you and I.
To our fraternity. Through all eternity.
For our song of wondrous love will never die
Hi! Hi! Here's to the gold and blue.
Emblem of love so true,
Raise a song forever to our glorious Sigma Chi.
Then Here's To Our Fraternity
Composed by Beta chapter, Wooster; Arranged by Milton C. Anderson, Cincinnati '50
Then here's to our Fraternity,
and may she never die.
May heav'n preserve the Blue and
Gold; and The Cross of Sigma Chi.
Oh, Sigma Chi, Oh, Sigma Chi,
I grieve that we must part.
Oh, Sigma Chi, thy snowy Cross;
Is blazoned on my heart.
Hark! The Sigs
Words by M.E. Coleman, Chicago 1898; Music by E.S. Smith, Chicago '08
Hark! thru the night comes a sound of voices,
raised by a loyal and lusty crew.
The Sigs are marching and chanting praises
Of friendship lasting, of hearts so true;
And as we march along we'll sing a song;
In praise of dear old Sigma Chi!
We'll sing that grand old song "A Sig I Am"
A Sig I'll be until I die.
March of the Sigs
Our brothers true in days gone by, your spirit shall not die;
May the song we sing through ages ring in praise of Sigma Chi.
The Blue and Gold forever, we'll hold in our memory;
The thrill of the storm's in our marching feet,
Our song's like the boom of the sea.
We'll stand together, we're true and we'll always be;
And we pledge our hearts to Sigma Chi, our grand Fraternity.
Sig Toasting Song
Come, take a cup, let trouble fly,
And all as one we'll raise it high
To sing a toast to Sigma Chi,
A toast to grand old Sigma Chi!
Come, take a cup and raise it high!
A toast to Sigma Chi,
The best of all fraternities,
In bonds of lasting fellowship,
We hold above all others
True Sigs, true friends, true Brothers
The Cross Song
Words by Clyde P. Johnson, Cincinnati and Cornell 1893
Of all the ones that near perfection, Stainless, without gloss,
Sigma Chi is my selection, We revere its cross.
CHORUS
Hail the cross, the snow white cross! Its praise always tell;
Prize, o prize our glitt'ring emblem, Guard, o guard it well!
Long ago in old Miami, Seven men of old,
Raised aloft our glor'ous emblem, Snow white cross of gold.
The Fellowship Song
Words by Byron D. Stokes, Albion' 14; Music by F. Dudleigh Vernor, Albion '14;
Arranged by Milton C. Anderson, Cincinnati '50
Gone forever the soft June nights, gone the rollicking crew,
That stole away from the darken'd lodge, at the witching hour of two;
Scatter'd like leaves in the autumn breeze, that amorous company,
But where'er I roam I'll be longing for the fellows who liv'd with me.
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True blue the fellowship, true thru the years, Born in the days a-gone;
Golden the tho'ts that our mem'ries hoard, fine and fait as the dawn.
There's always a blue sky above, boys, and a bright golden sky sails high,
And the Blue and Gold are blended in the soul of a Sigma Chi.
And the Blue and Gold are blended in the soul of a Sigma Chi.
You waltz her in the corner, lad
You hold her close like this,
You put your arms around her waist
and on her lips a kiss,
And if she starts to murmur,
or if she starts to sigh,
You tell her it's the grand old seal
Of dear, old Sigma Chi.
I waltzed her in the corner, sir
I held her close like this,
I put my arms around her waist
and on her lips a kiss,
She did not start to murmur,
She did not start to sigh,
And now we have a legacy
To dear, old Sigma Chi.
Sigs Marching Song
Hail to our loved Fraternity,
the Blue and Gold shall forever be,
We're marching just as of old to the fore.
We lift our voices.
Brothers, ours is the victory together, one in fidelity,
The White Cross marches as old to the fore,
Ours a bond 'cross land and sea, Brothers in Fraternity,
Light your candles, hold them high,
light ascending to the sky.
So march on thru all eternity,
the Blue and Gold shall forever be,
We're marching just as of old to the fore.
Three Crows
There were three crows sat in a tree,
(Oh vive la Sigma, Sigma Chi!)
O'erlooking (name of school) Varsity,
(Oh, vive la Sigma, Sigma Chi!)
Said one of these crows unto his mate,
"A story to you I will now relate"
And they all flapped their wings and cried,
"Chi, Chi, Chi."
"My friends, it is quite clear to me,"
(Oh vive la Sigma, Sigma Chi!)
"There's but one Fraternity,"
(Oh vive la Sigma, Sigma Chi!)
"I need not mention the name of these Greeks,
For all you crows know of whom I do speak"
And they all flapp'd their wings and cried,
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
My Name is Sigma Chi, Sir
My name is Sigma Chi, Sir, and I live across the green,
Our gang, it is the jolliest that you have ever seen;
Oh we drink our stein of lager and we smoke a big cigar,
Our yell, you hear it ringing thro' the country near and far.
CHORUS
Oh, who am I, sir, I'm a Sigma Chi,
Sigma Chi, sir, will be till I die. Hey!
We're up to snuff, we never bluff, we're game at any fuss,
No other gang in college dares to meet us in a muss;
So fill your lungs and sing it out and shout it to the sky,
The Blue and Gold forever, I'm a loyal Sigma Chi! Hey!
And when we prom the avenue, all lined up in a row,
Then arm in arm and step in time as down the street we go;
And no matter if a freshman green or in a senior's gown,
The people all admit we are the warmest gang in town.
CHORUS
We may not live forever on this jolly good old sphere,
But while we do we'll live a life of merriment and cheer;
And when our little day is done and night is drawing nigh,
With parting breath we'll sing the praise of good old Sigma Chi.
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Sigma Chi Was My First Love
Gene Quaw, Beta Phi 1948
"Sigma Chi was my first love; it shall be my last."
These are words to remember, hold them true and fast.
I will keep our Founder's vow, when all else has passed.
For "Sigma Chi was my first love, and it shall be my last."
My Sigma Chi! My Sigma Chi!
I'm Blue for the Blue and Gold
White Cross blazoned in glory.
Tho' we may be far apart.
You mem'ry leaves a sweet story
I carry down deep in my heart.
CHORUS
For when the world treats me cold
then I long for the fold
I'm blue for the blue and gold
I long for friendships I knew,
and for hearts always true,
For I'm blue for the blue and gold.
Dear old fraternity, I will eternally close enfold
Those colors so dear to me, our emblem of loyalty,
I'm blue for the blue and gold.
Your motto ever far reaching.
For "in hoc signo vinces"
Ever we'll bide by your teaching
As strengthened we enter life's race.
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Most Any Man
Most any may make a Beta Theta Pi,
Most any man make a Phi U,
Most any man make a Phi Kappa Psi,
Those men we don't give a thought to.
Most any man makes an SAE,
Those men we pass by;
It takes a good man, yes, a damn fine man
To make a jolly old Sigma Chi. Hey!
I'd Love to Have a Sweetheart
I'd love to have a sweetheart, and see her ev'ry day,
I'd love to have a sweetheart to speed the time away,
I'd love to pin The White Cross just ov'r her beating heart,
So all the world would surely know she's my Sigma Chi sweetheart.
I'd love to have a sweetheart, a girl that's dear and true,
I'd love to have a sweetheart to whisper "I love you,"
I'd surely make her promise from me she'd never part,
And then she'd be forever more just my Sigma Chi sweetheart.
Little Girl
The world is so big and she is so small,
The wonder it is that I found her at all;
Her smile is so lovely, her eyes are so true,
That ev'ryone love her, yes, I love her too.
I love her because, well, I can't tell you why,
It's not just her smile or the light in her eye;
It's the wonderful meaning I know what they say,
Her smile and her eyes, when they're looking my way.
And this is my thought as I journey along,
To love little things, yes, a girl or a song;
So much that is worthwhile is not big at all,
The White Cross is wondrous and yet it is small.
Little songs, little girls, little flowers beside,
Little boats on the bay going out with the tide;
I love all that's little, it's easy to see
That you, little girl, really captivate me.
My Sweetheart
Many students have their sweethearts in this college town,
But there's one 'mong all the others wears a dark blue gown;
She's my sweetheart, you may know her, just as well as I,
By her sweet and modest manner, as she passes by.
A Sigma Chi badge you will see,
She wears it because she loves me;
The boys all declare, with a satisfied air,
That the Cross ne'er adorned a maiden so fair,
As it rises and falls on her breast,
It gleams like a star in the West,
Upon the blue coat, just below the white throat,
Emblematic of all that is best.
Very often have I wondered how to pass the day,
When I did not have a sweetheart speeding time away;
Now, when study hours are over I delight to woo,
And can read in eyes most tender, how she loves me true.
My sweetheart's the girl in blue,
I'm going to marry her, too;
'Twould fill me with bliss, just to give her a kiss,
And repeat, for a dozen I never would miss,
But wait till I graduate soon,
A long t'ward the end of next June,
When she says the "sheepskin" will permit me to win,
A kiss by the light of the moon.
Serenade
Memories linger when college is past,
Girls that we dreamed of are Sig girls at last;
Visions come back when the world goes wrong,
We pledge our devotion on wings of a song.
Open your window, the music drifts in,
Dream girl of Sigma Chi,
No one more worthy than you wears the pin,
Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
Your heart beats true for the gold and the blue,
Out Cross is our pledge of devotion to you, dear,
Voices are lifted to praise you tonight,
Girl of our serenade.
Sweet May Thy Slumbers Be Fairest
Maid, sweet may thy slumbers be,
May this, our serenade, bring sweet dreams to thee;
Before thee, may visions bright be outspread,
While angels stand their guard around your bed.
May their wings furnish thy lullaby,
Soothing thy senses with music from on high;
May our Cross, shedding its soft golden light,
From round thy head so fair halos so bright.
Then when sleep, having been warn'd, takes flight,
May thou awake refreshed by thy peaceful night;
May thy days be but a waking dream,
And cares to thy dear eyes but pleasures seem.
Sigma Chi Christmas
In my dreams of college days I see
One scene that always comes back to me;
Thro' the window pane the falling snow
Is pure to me as the White Cross I know.
The Sig house is jolly, it's hung think with holly,
And brothers are fill'd with good cheer
Although it is snowing and chill winds are blowing,
A Sigma Chi song warms the ear.
Icicles forming, and feet that are warming
All show that the Holiday's near
When ale steins are flowing, and hearth sides are glowing,
A Sigma Chi Christmas is here.
The Rose of Sigma Chi
Gene Quaw, Beta Phi 1948
Memory brings to me
Girls I knew and lov'd in days that used to be;
I recall best of all
One who wears the rose of Sigma Chi for me.
One white rose true love shows
Emblem of a sweetheart's love that cannot die;
True to me she will be
So my girl is like the rose of Sigma Chi.
Our Brown-Eyed Sweetheart
I have often wonder'd why all the girls of Sigma Chi
That you sing about have golden hair;
I am tired of hearing you only praise the eyes of blue,
With a wealth of lovely brunettes to compare.
I'm sure that many Sigma Chis are makin' love to dreamy eyes
And the light that shines there is a deeper hue
And then the hair upon her head is of a dusky brown instead,
Of that fair golden mist the sun shines thro'
That's why old nature took the pains
To put the blue light in her veins
And let the gold within her heart remain.
I'm sure her eyes are just as true
Altho' they're brown instead of blue
She's a Sigma Chi girl just the same.
There are girls of ev'ry kind who will always keep in mind
Their allegiance to the Gold and Blue;
But I know a certain one about whom is seldom sung
Any song to prove that she's a sweetheart too.
I'm sure that every Sigma Chi upon some tired eyes relies
And the light that shines there is a deeper hue
Altho' the hair upon her head it turning silv'ry gray instead,
Of that fair golden mist the sun shines thro'
That's why old nature took the pains
To put the blue light in her veins,
And let the gold within her heart remain.
I'm sure her love is just as true
Altho' it's old instead of new,
She's a Sigma Chi girl just the same.
The Mother of Sigma Chi
Songs have been written of college days,
There's the Sweetheart of Sigma Chi,
And the Fellowship Song tells of friendships true
And mem'ries that ne'er will die.
But here's a song to a dear old pal,
Good fellow and sweetheart of mine;
So here's a song to the best of all,
Inspirer of love divine, love divine.
Tho' the gold of her hair is touched with gray,
Her heart is bright gold, I know, I know;
The blue of her eyes is in her soul,
And burning with true blue glow.
Her deep faith in each lad is a lasting thing,
Like her love that will never die;
So here is a toast to the best pal we boast,
The mother of Sigma Chi, dear mother of Sigma Chi.
Dream Girl of Sigma Chi
Gene Quaw, Beta Phi 1948
The Pinning Song of Gamma Iota - Lousiana State University
This sweetheart song was written in 1948, by Gene Quaw of Beta Phi Chapter; he was graduated from the University of Arizona is 1923. On the back of the sheet music is this short note: Dedicated to Miss Sammie Nell Eldred at the annual Sweetheart Ball, May 1, 1948. Miss Eldred, whose picture is on the cover, is one of the six finalists for the National Sweetheart of Sigma Chi."
Dream girl of my fraternity, my own Sigma Chi,
Dream girl thru all the years to be, my love will not die.
You have charm and fascination, lovely to see.
Always to me, you'll be my inspiration.
Dream girl of my fraternity, on angel divine,
Dream girl thru all eternity, your heart is my shrine.
Wear this White Cross always for the love 'twill impart.
Oh, Dream girl of my fraternity, this Cross is my heart
White Rose of Sigma Chi
Many time a flower to happiness holds a key,
There is one so deeply pressed on my memory.
It's the White Rose of Sigma, lovely to see,
Worn beside that dear White Cross he gave to me;
Like the Gold and the Blue,
In my heart the White Rose I hold high,
For it belongs to the girls in Sigma
The sweethearts of Sigma Chi.
I'm a Howling Sigma Chi
Tune to "Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-De-Ay"
Written in 1889 by Samuel R. Ireland
I'm a howling Sigma Chi,
Seldom cuss and never lie;
Never drink old nasty beer,
Cigarettes I greatly fear.
My old man's a good old soul,
He don't know I'm in the hole;
When my monthly song I sing,
Charge up drinks as "soap and things."
CHORUS
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!
Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Ta-ra-ra Sigma Chi!
Football, baseball, dancing ball,
Sigma Chi has got the call;
In her classes high she'll stand,
Rides the wagon with the band.
In '55 she had her birth,
In ____(fill in the blank) she rules the earth;
On judgment day won't we feel big,
Old Gabriel will be a Sig.
CHORUS
I'm a whooping Sigma Chi,
I've sung my little lullaby;
When Sigs try hard they will get there,
From shooting craps to leading prayer.
With honors, girls, or spikes in view,
We're always on the winning crew;
When dust clears off from college scraps,
the Sigs will be the on-top chaps.
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