From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Your entrance is complete; now drink this all in,
Trinity, where systems stay overflowed,
A flood of emotion and a true devotion:
To Trinity Blue—and Old Gold.
The last incomer joins the outpouring
On Matriculation Day, yes, here it begins,
Raining beer from fall—without a downfall,
Bottoms up year round among new friends.
Friends walk the Quad under the spring sun,
Then go through parties without a last leg,
Party Barns are never empty, which always begs:
Which came first, the Bantams or the kegs?
In the bars of Hartford, we drink it all in:
These moments we all signed on to get,
From the first day—to our last May,
Leaving with what we neglected to forget.