| Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine
|
| Shout till the rafters ring
|
| Stand and drink a toast once again
|
| Let every loyal Maine man sing
|
| Then drink to all the happy hours
|
| Drink to the careless days
|
| Drink to Maine, our alma mater
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| The college of our hearts always
|
| To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness
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| To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us
|
| To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies
|
| To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday
|
| Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine
|
| Shout till the rafters ring
|
| Stand and drink a toast once again
|
| Let every loyal Maine man sing
|
| Then drink to all the happy hours
|
| Drink to the careless days
|
| Drink to Maine, our alma mater
|
| The college of our hearts always
|
| To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness
|
| To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us
|
| To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies
|
| To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday
|
| Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine
|
| Shout till the rafters ring
|
| Stand and drink a toast once again
|
| Let every loyal Maine man sing
|
| Then drink to all the happy hours
|
| Drink to the careless days
|
| Drink to Maine, our alma mater
|
| The college of our hearts always |