When I first came to Rutgers, having left my native plow,
I was greeted by the students with a Bow-Wow-Wow.
Lost in speechless admiration, I could only make my bow,
And quite innocently wonder at the Bow-Wow-Wow.
Verdant buck,
I was struck
With amazement at the ever-ready
Bow-Wow-Wow.

But when in the daily rushes I had wrought with sweating brow,
Then I knew the magic meaning of that Bow-Wow-Wow;
And when th' ardent youthful spirits got me in a jolly row,
Then how welcome was the echo of the Bow-Wow-Wow.
Welcome yell,
Breathing!
And destruction to each foeman of the
Bow-Wow-Wow.

Now if e'er it be my fortune to possess a buxom frau,
I shall teach the little youngsters how to Bow-Wow-Wow;
And if e'er I get more silver than my guv'ner gives me now,
I shall send the surplus portion where they Bow-Wow-Wow.
Yes, I vow
To endow
A professorship at Rutgers where they
Bow-Wow-Wow.

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