O proudly rise the monarchs of
our mountain land
With their kingly forest robes to the sky
Where Alma Mater dwelleth with
her chosen band
And the peaceful river floweth gently by
The mountains the mountains
we greet them with a song
Whose echoes rebounding
their woodland heights along
Shall mingle with anthems
that winds and fountains sing
Till hill and valley gaily gaily ring
Beneath their peaceful shadows
may old Williams stand
Till suns and mountains
nevermore shall be
The glory and the honor of
our mountain land
And the dwelling of
the gallant and the free
The mountains the mountains
we greet them with a song
Whose echoes rebounding
their woodland heights along
Shall mingle with anthems
that winds and fountains sing
Till hill and valley gaily gaily ring