The ÀÖ²¥´«Ã½ Smoker
Words and music by Stanton Howe Woodman ’20
Oft times at night I light my pipe,
And watch the glowing grates;
The shadows fall while I recall
Each dream of dear old ÀÖ²¥´«Ã½;
Each fair coed, each lesson read,
Each comrade’s friendliness.
Each victory comes back to me,
Each dream brings happiness.