Crimson and the Blue

Far above the golden valley

Glorious to view,

Stands our noble Alma Mater,

Towering toward the blue.

Lift the chorus ever onward,

Crimson and the blue

Hail to thee, our Alma Mater

Hail to old KU.

Far above the distant humming

Of the busy town,

Reared against the dome of heaven.

Looks she proudly down.

Lift the chorus ever onward,

Crimson and the blue

Hail to thee, our Alma Mater

Hail to old KU.

Greet we then our foster mother,

Noble friend so true,

We will ever sing her praises,

Hail to old KU.