In a quiet peaceful village there is one we love so true,
She ever gives a welcome to her friends both old and new.
She stands serene mid tree tops green, she’s our dear Otterbein
(Chorus)
Old Otterbein our college, we sing of thee today;
Our memories round thee linger, in a sweet and mystic way.
O Otterbein, we love thee our hearts are only thine,
We pledge anew, we will be true, dear Otterbein.
Her halls have their own message of truth and hope and love;
She guides her youths and maidens to the life that looks above.
Her stately tower speaks naught but power, For our dear Otterbein.
(Celia Ihrig Grabill and Glen Grant Grabill)
We’re here to fight for dear Otterbein
We’ll never let her colors trail,
We’ll play the game to win for Otterbein,
Hang up the score, we cannot fail.
Fight!-Fight! Fight! Fight to win!
Fight!-Fight! Fight! Fight to win!
Fight!-Fight!
Fight to win the game for Otterbein!
Come lads remember now we’ve got to win,
Our colors shall not touch the ground.
For Alma Mater we will do or die,
In vict’ry let our cheers resound.
(G.G. Grabill)
