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The Maine Stein Song
Drink a toast! Raise your glasses high,
And sing of the college we hold dear . . .
Fill the steins to dear old Maine
Shout 'til the rafters ring —
Stand, and drink a toast once again
Let every loyal Maine man sing —
And drink to all the happy hours
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
To the trees! To the skies!
To the Spring in its glorious happiness!
To the youth! To the fire!
To the life that is moving and calling us!
To the gods! To the fates!
To the rulers of men and their destinies!
To the lips! To the eyes!
To the girls who will love us some day!
Here's to the lovely girls —
Oh, moon, moon, shining up above her,
Moon, moon, you will see her soon.
Moon, moon, tell her that I love her,
Won't you take this message to her?
Moon, moon, moon.
Girls—Girls—Girls. (Whistle)
Drink to all the happy hours,
Drink to the careless days.
Drink to Maine, our Alma Mater,
The college of our hearts always.
Drink a toast to college days,
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