The Sons of Old T.S.; Words by Geo E. Day; Music by A. H. Turner.; with vigor; For Old T. S. a song we raise, We ne'er shall love her less, But omre and more to end of days, the sons of Old T. S. La l al al a la la la Where massasoit's waters clear In native beauty shine, The school that to her sons is dear, Sits mid the oak and pine; her mother heart with noble art Trains all her sons to belss, The whole wide world in ev'ry part. The sons of Old T. S. la la la Brave are the hearts that bear her name For whom her years are spent, All knightly are their lives and aim On joyous service sent; With healing for all human wrong Where men their need confess, They bear the truth to make them strong. The sons of old T. S. la la la She sends us out to distant climes To serve our fellow MELODY men, To build in hope the etter times Beyond the present ken; She gives us vision for the task, The faith that claims success, That takes because it dares to ask The sons of Old T. S.
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