The morning wanes, the afternoon begins;
Another day to contemplate what's not
And what might be, except for various sins
Of Christian, Arab, Jew and Hottentot.
But in these halls, no race or creed applies.
The hymn of Mom is universally raised
Both by the wise and by the otherwise
Who march for Fifty Kay, their hearts unfazed.
Tramp on! Tramp on! Through hill and vale,
From thinnest dawning to the end of day.
ON! To the Grail, the calling Grail!
The Holy Mother's goal of Fifty Kay!