Yale College Fight Songs

Down the Field
words by C.W. O'Conner, '04 Law
music by Stanleigh P. Friedman, '05

March, march on down the field, fighting for Eli,
Break through the crimson line, their strength to defy;
We'll give a long cheer for Eli's men,
We're here to win again.
Harvard's team may fight to the end, but Yale will win.


Bull-Dog(450K)
music and words by Cole Porter, '13
sung by Yale Glee Club

Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Our team can never fail.
When the sons of Eli break through the line,
That is the sign we hail,
Bull-dog! Bull-dog! Bow, wow, wow,
Eli Yale!


Whoop It Up!
words by H.G. Dodge
music by Stanleigh Friedman, '05

Fight, fight for Yale,
The sons of Eli are out for glory!
On to the fray,
We'll tell to Harvard[Princeton] the same old story.
The cry is on, on they come,
We'll raise the slogan of Yale triumphant.
Smash, Bang, we'll rip poor Harvard [Princeton]!
Whoop it up for Yale today!


Boola(280K)
words and music by Allan M. Hirsch, 01
sung by Yale Glee Club

Boola, Boola; Boola, Boola; Boola, Boola;
When we "roughhouse" poor old Harvard,
They will holler Boola Boo.
Oh! Yale, Eli Yale! (4X)


Bingo, That's the Lingo(300K)
words and music by Cole Porter, '13
sung by Yale Glee Club

Bingo, Bingo,
Bingo, Bingo, Bingo,
That's the lingo,
Eli is bound to win.
There's to be a victory,
So watch the team begin!
B-B-B-Bingo, Bingo, Harvard's [Princeton's] team cannot prevail,
Fight! Fight! Fight with all your might for Bingo, Bingo,
Eli Yale!


Goodnight, Harvard
words and music by Douglas S. Moore, '15

Goodnight, poor Harvard [Princeton],
Harvard, [Princeton] goodnight!
Oh, we've got your number, you're high as a kite. Oh, Oh, Oh,
Goodnight, poor Harvard [Princeton], you're tucked in tight.
When the big blue team gets after you
Harvard [Princeton], goodnight!


Bright College Years
words by H. S. Durand, 1881
music by Carl Wilhelm

Bright college years with pleasure rife,
The shortest, gladdest years of life;
How swiftly are ye gliding by!
Oh, why does time so quickly fly!
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The earth is green or white with snow,
But time and change shall naught avail
To break the friendships formed at Yale.


In afteryears, should troubles rise
To cloud the blue of sunny skies,
How bright will seem through mem'ry's haze,
Those happy, golden, by-gone days!
Oh, let us strive that ever we
May let these words out watchcry be,
Where'er upon life's seas we sail:
"For God, for Country, and for Yale!"