Copied from a blog where the blogger says, "This is from an old Yale songbook in our piano bench." The posted version had several spelling errors, which is probably why we didn't find it before. I have attempted to correct them.

WE'RE SAVING OURSELVES FOR YALE
by David M. Lippincott, Yale '49
arr. Edwin l. Wolff, Yale '50

Mildred, Made and Mable
Mildred, Maud and Mabel
Were sitting at their table
Down at [the] Taft Hotel
Working on a plan
To catch themselves a man
To brighten up their lives a spell.

In their thirty years of proms
Never once had they had qualms
That they could fail to satisfy their cravin'
Or even seem to doubt
It's not reckless to hold out
For a son of old New Haven.

And as they downed their 'pousse cafe'
The girls were heard to softly say:

"Though we have had our chances
For overnight romances
With the Harvard and the Dartmouth male,
And though we've had a bunch in
Tow from Princeton Junction,
We're saving ourselves for Yale.

"For thirty years and then some
We've been showing men some
Tricks that made their motors fail;
And though we've all had squeezes
From lots of P H D-ses
We're saving ourselves for Yale.

Ho ho ho! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail to the boys up at Yale!
How we'd like to have one just to muss
Some[one] who
Gives his all for the blue,
But would have enough left over for us,
Ho ho ho!

How we sigh for an old Eli,
And let us add that we'd gladly die
For what's in a sweater with a letter
And when fin'lly married we lie,
'Twill be with an old Eli
'Cause we're saving ourselves FOR YALE!