There's a school that we call Southeastern,
Down south in the Red-chief's land.
There floats the gold and blue
Over hearts so true
In that loyal Savage band
For where'er we go,
or what'er we do
It is S.T.C.;
It's the gold and blue;
It is glory be
The School of the Rising Sun.
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