b'C lemsonA lmAm AterFarmer and McGarity/arr. FreemanWhere the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness,Where the Tigers play;Here the sons of dear Old ClemsonReign supreme alway.ChorusDear Old Clemson, we will triumphAnd with all our might,That the Tigers roar may echoOer the mountain height.We will dream of greater conquests,For our past is grand,And her sons have fought and conqueredEvery foreign land.Where the mountains smile in grandeurOer the hill and dale,Here the Tiger lair is nestlingSwept by storm and gale.We are brothers strong in manhood,For we work and strive;And our alma mater reignethEver in our lives.33'