From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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All year round the Black Bears claw through the East Outlet of
waterways waving out to a free flow of
fresh lobsters, land-locked salmon, and native trout
from the brooks. Hiking the forested coastlines through scented tassels,
We are elevated by the free breeze that we travel without airfare.
On the Maine land, Bears are inclined to wander pines and whitewater raft the many streams
during three seasons up until winter…
When the Bears come out
like a catch from the pond—
to the on-campus site
Like Stephen King,
Maine is where we make our Stand,
And what better place than the
Grandstanding with the Screamin’
Black Bears Pep Band,
This place fills like a stein
and we toast in kind.
We drink to our banners
held near and dear,
The Maine-iaks are like Sharp’s—
In the ’01 finals
We all were near tears,
R.I.P. Shawn Walsh,
Take with you our cheers.
Shawn raised us from the ground up—
Up to the hanging
of five Hockey East Banners and two national titles:
The ’93 Bears who bordered perfection
And in ’99…
When Wildcats felt the deflection.
Wildcats make claims about what they do,
We’ve got two,
How about you?
This is a Border War where
even when they strike back, they still don’t even the score…
Because even though they shout out that we suck,
Like our goalie on guard at the net:
We don’t give a flying puck.
What we give is Kariya, Pellerin—
When ‘Cats enter Alfond
Fill the stein and drink
Here come the Black Bears
down the lane.
Headed to the bars
on to score,
through the lips of fate
we drink some more,
Parties, Trees, Hockey, and
Maine we will drink these days away,
and not a drop from these days will