May. 18th, 2008 09:55 pm
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I am writing a paper on BCY and the symbolism within that makes it look an awful lot like a cosmogonic myth in the Eliadean tradition.

For a bit of Irony, I am including Charles Long's attack on the humanities as an inherently imperialistic endeavor (the line of reasoning is that the Enlightenment forces one to make anyone you are studying an "empirical other", whose otherness plays into the imperialist project). Ironic because the Enlightenment, if you listen to Eliade/Long is supposed to replace the sorts of archaic myths that Henry Durand seemed anxious to re-create in 1881 as he entered the liminal space between senior year and leaving Yale (the song was written for the senior glee club concert).

Song in its entirety:

(sung to die wacht am rhein--that song the german soldiers in Casablanca are singing when rick gets sam to start playing la marseillaise)

Bright College Years with pleasures rife / The shortest gladdest years of life / How swiftly are ye gliding by / Oh why doth time so quickly fly / The seasons come, the seasons go / The earth is green or white with snow / But time and change shall not avail / To break the friendships formed at Yale

We all must leave this college home / About the storm-y world to roam / But though the mighty o-cean’s tide / Should us from dear old Yale di-vide, / As round the oak the i-vy twines / The cling-ing tend-rils of its vines / So are our hearts close bound to Yale / By ties of love that ne-ver fail

In after years should troubles rise / To cloud the blue of sunny skies / How bright will seem through mem'ry's haze / Those happy golden bygone days / So let us strive that ever we / May let these words our watch-cry be / Where'er upon life's seas we sail / 'For God! For Country! And For Yale!'

If anyone reading this has seen the second verse before, let me know in comments. I found it among a bunch of manuscript entries in a contest to replace BCY, and had never heard it before (to my knowledge)

Date: 2008-05-19 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orichalcum.livejournal.com
You should really compare it with the NYU anthem:

O grim, grey Palisades, thy shadow upon the rippling Hudson falls,
And mellow mingled tints of sunset illumine now our classic halls;
While students gather 'round thy altars with tributes of devotion true,
and mingle merry hearts and voices in praise of N.Y.U.

O stately Square that lies before us, these stony portals straight and strong,
the birthplace of our Alma Mater, we'll ever praise in splendid song.
The archway ever stands triumphant, protecting all we seek to do,
with thee for e'er our inspiration, O honored N.Y.U.

But college friendships all must sever, and fade as does the dying day,
and closest kinships all be broken, as out in life we wend our way;
And yet, whatever be life's fortune, 'Tho mem'ry fails and friends be few
We'll love thee still, our Alma Mater, our dear old N.Y.U."
Duncan Macpherson Genns, 1900

And no, NYU doesn't look out onto the Palisades any more. It's really the anti-BCY song, though.

Date: 2008-05-19 04:50 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] stannate.livejournal.com
Meanwhile, I have this little ditty in my head:

Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly,
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. [holds up eyeglasses]
Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls
Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls.

Turn on the spigot,
Pour the beer and swig it,
And gaudeamus igit-itur.

Here's to parties we tossed,
To the games that we lost
(We shall claim that we won them someday).
To the girls, young and sweet,
To the spacious back seat
Of our roommate's beat up Chevrolet.
To the beer and Benzedrine,
To the way that the dean
Tried so hard to be pals with us all.
To excuses we fibbed,
To the papers we cribbed
From the genius who lived down the hall.

To the tables down at Mory's
(Wherever that may be),
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best.
We will sleep through all the lectures,
And cheat on the exams,
And we'll pass, and be forgotten with the rest.

Oh, soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife.
Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life.
[Oooh! *laughter* ... Ready? ...]
But as we go our sordid separate ways,
We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days.

Hearts full of youth,
Hearts full of truth,
Six parts gin to one part vermouth.

Date: 2008-05-19 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nhradar.livejournal.com
Is that a song from cornell days, or from somewhere else? It looks like an interesting parody of "the whiffenpoof song" from the 50s or 60s (when the song was well-known, and, well who's used benzedrine in the past 40 years?).


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