We are the boys from old Florida

F-L-O-R-I-D-A

Where the girls are the fairest,

the boys are the squarest

of any old state down our way. (HEY!)

We are all strong for old Florida,

down where the old Gators play. (GO GATORS!)

In all kinds of weather,

we'll all stick together - for

F-L-O-R-I-D-A.

Florida, our Alma Mater,

thy glorious name we praise.

All thy loyal sons and daughters,

A joyous song shall raise.

There palm and pine are blowing,

where southern seas are flowing.

Shine forth thy noble gothic walls,

thy lovely vine clad halls.

'Neath the Orange and Blue victorious,

our love shall never fail.

There's no other name so glorious,

all hail, Florida, hail!