Phi Sigma Kappa
Gamma Chapter
Repository of Songs

You will not believe how many old Phi Sig and Cornell songs are in the tattered old booklet:

"PHI SIG SINGS"
[Pledge Class Project Spring 1962]

Songs many of us had long forgotten are all preserved in this wonderful compendium. And now, courtesy of Dr. Robert Quencer, MD, ("Quence"), we have a copy of this old document. It has been scanned by Jim Comly, and he is running it thru OCR.

 

Meanwhile, I've searched my memories, the 'net, etc. and have the words to many of them now recaptured:

Lines you may remember:


Far above Cayuga's Waters ...
Hail the ever growing throng ..
Pour ye forth the purple wine and ...
Give my regards to Davy ...
When the sun fades far away ...
Do you know the Muffin man ...
Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money ...

'Twas a cold winter's evening, the guests ...
We are a race of hairy chested men – ugh!
Don't send my boy to Harvard...
My Bonnie lies over the ocean...
Hold them down, you Zulu warrior...
A man without a woman ...
My mother makes beer in the bathtub ...
Dear little girl, hair all acurl ...
When we find a girl with golden hair ...
Ve come from Phi Sig, vith muscles so big ...

... and more will be coming with your help ...

There once was a man from Nantucket ...
Around and around went the Big Red Wheel
...


(oops, those last two are members only)

 

 

 

<--Click on an opening line to go to the complete song.

FAR ABOVE CAYUGA'S WATERS

Bell Tower Chimes
Glee Club Sings

Far above Cayuga's waters
With it's waves of blue
Stands our noble alma mater
Glorious to view

Lift the chorus, speed it onward
Loud her praises tell
Hail to thee, our alma Mater
Hail, all hail, Cornell

Far above the busy humming
Of the bustling town
Reared against the arch of heaven
Looks she proudly down.


When the Phi Sigs come back home


Hail the ever growing throng,
Phi Sigs, true and Loyal,
Brothers, as we march along
Toward that goal so bright,
Press onward.
Though we face adversity,
Wherever we may roam.
Its always fair Weather, boys,
When the Phi Sigs come back home.


Pour ye forth the purple wine

Pour ye forth the purple wine
And we'll drink the old, old toast;
For the word which we claim
Will be ever the same,
Tho' we wander from coast to coast.
We pledge tonight our manhood and might,
Our friendship full and free.
To Phi Sigma Kappa,
Our royal fraternity.


Give my regards to Davy
Give my regards to Davy,
R
emember me to Tee Fee Crane.
Tell all the pikers on the hill ...
That I'll be back again.
Tell them just how I busted ...
Lapping up the high highball.
We'll all have drinks
At Theodore Zinck's
When I get back next fall!

http://www.rso.cornell.edu/marchingband/davy.html



Evening Song
The words to Evening Song were written by Henry Tyrrel 1880.

When the sun fades far away
In the crimson of the west,
And the voices of the day
Murmur low and sink to rest,

Refrain
Music with the twilight falls
O'er the dreaming lake and dell;
'Tis an echo from the walls
Of our own, our fair Cornell.

Welcome night and welcome rest;
Fading music fare thee well!
Joy to all we love the best,
Love to thee our fair Cornell!


Do You Know the Muffin Man ?
O do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
O do you know the muffin man,
Who lives down Drury Lane?
O yes I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
O yes I know the muffin man,
Who lives down Drury Lane.



Oh, we ain't got a barrel of money,
Maybe we're ragged and funny,
But we'll travel along,
Singing a song,
Side by side.

Tho' we don't know
What's coming tomorrow,
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow,
But we'll travel the road
Sharin' our load,
Side by side.

Thru all kinds of weather,
What if the sky should fall,
Just as long as we're together,
It really doesn't matter at all,

When they've all had their quarrels and parted,
We'll be the same as we started,
Just traveling along,
Singing a song,
Side by side.



LADY IN RED

'Twas a cold winter's evening,
The guests were all leaving,
O'Leary was closing the bar

When he turned and he said to the lady in red,
"Get out, you can't stay where you are."
She wept a sad tear in her bucket of beer,
As she thought of the cold night ahead,

When a gentleman dapper
Stepped out of the phone booth,
And these are the words that he said:

"Her mother never told her
The things a young girl should know
About the ways of college men,
And how they come and go (mostly go);

Now Age has taken her beauty,
And sin has left its sad scar,
So remember your mothers and sisters, boys,
Let Nellie sleep under the bar--the B-A-R."



We are a race of hairy chested men

Harvard's run by Radcliffe
Radcliffe's run by Yale
Yale is run by Vassar
And Vassar's run by tail.

Princeton's for the pretty boys
The drunks all go to Penn
But high above Cayuga
There's a race of hairy men

Ohhhhhhhh!

We are a race of hairy chested men – ugh!
Hairy chested men – ugh!
Hairy chested men – ugh!
Oh, We are a race of hairy chested men
We are from Cornell!

We are from Cornell!
We are from Cornell!
Oh, We are a race of hairy chested men
We are from Cornell!

Oh, we are a race of simple farmer boys
simple farmer boys
simple farmer boys
Oh, we are a race of simple farmer boys
We are from Cornell

Oh we take hotel administration...

etc.


Don't send my boy to Harvard
Don't send my boy to Harvard
The dying mother said.
Don't send my boy to syracusssssssssssssse
I'd rather see him dead!
But send my boy to Princeton
Or better yet Cornell
But as for Pennsylva-ni-a
I'd see him first in hell

To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania!
To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania!
To hell, to hell with Pennsylvania!
To hell with the U of P!


My Bonnie

My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
my Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
O bring back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me:
Bring back, bring back,
O bring back my Bonnie to me.


O blow ye winds over the ocean,
O blow ye winds over the sea.
O blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me. Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.Repeat chorus

The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
And brought back my Bonnie to me.Repeat chorus

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
The height of its contents to see,
I lit a small match to assist her,
O Bring back my Bonnie to me.Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the window,
In the morning the neighbors were dead.Repeat chorus

My mother makes beer in the bathtub,
My father makes synthetic gin,
My sister makes fudge [love] for a quarter,
Wouldja believe how the money rolls in?Repeat chorus

My mother, she drowned in the bathtub,
My father, he died from his gin,
My sister choked on her chocolate,
My stars, what a fix I am in.Repeat chorus

I tried making beer in the bathtub,
I tried making synthetic gin,
I tried making fudge for a living,
Now look at the shape that I'm in.Repeat chorus


Zulu Warrior
Whole group begins together, after song is sung through once group splits. One half continues to sing chief, chief, chief etc. The other half half singing the song. When this group reaches "hold them down" the "chief" group echoes then the verse group takes over the "chief" part and the "chief" group sings the verse

I kama zimba, zimba, zimba
I kama zimba, zimba, zay
I kama zimba, zimba, zimba
I kama zimba, zimba, zay
Hold them down ( hold them down )
You Zulu warrior ( warrior, warrior )
Hold them down ( hold them down )
You Zulu chief, chief, chief, chief....


A MAN WITHOUT A WOMAN (SILVER DOLLAR)
(Written by Alfred Williams, ca. 1907)


A man without a woman
is like a ship without a sail,
Is like a boat without a rudder,
a kite without a tail.
A man without a woman
is like a wreck upon the sand,
And if there's one thing worse,
in this universe,
It's a woman, I said, a woman,
it's a woman without a man!

Now you can roll a silver dollar 'cross the bar-room floor,
And it'll roll, 'cause it's round.
A woman never knows what a good man she's got,
Until she puts him down!

So listen, my honey, listen to me,
I want you to understand,
Just like a silver dollar goes from hand to hand,
A woman goes from man to man.
(Without a doubt).

A woman goes from man to man.
I really mean it!
A woman goes from man to man.
In silk pajamas!
A woman goes from man to man.

(As remembered by Anne van de Steur, Smith ’56)


Dear little girl
(Sung by brothers at a pinning ceremony)
Dear little girl, hair all acurl,
Filling my dreams since I met you,
One dreary day, you went away,
How can I ever forget you?

Chorus
A silvery moon in the heavens,
Lighted the evening skies,
Silvery starlight was shining,
There, in your eyes.
Though you have left me and gone away,
You'll be returning some happy day,
Lips of magenta will smile tenderly,
Pledged to Phi Sig and to me.



When we find a girl with golden hair

When we find a girl with golden hair,

 


Ve come from Phi Sig

Ve come from Phi Sig,
Vith muscles so big.









More, much more to come ....

 
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