I wish I had a barrel of rum <br />and sugar three hundred pound. <br />I’d put it in the College bell <br />and stir it ‘round and ‘round. <br />Let ev’ry honest fellow <br />drink his glass of hearty cheer, <br />For I’m a student of old Dartmouth <br />and a son of a gun for beer. <br /> <br />I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a, <br />son of a gun for beer. <br />I’m a son of a, son of a, son of a, <br />son of a gun for beer, <br />Like ev’ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear. <br />For I’m a student of Old Dartmouth <br />and a son of a gun for beer. <br /> <br />And if I had a daughter, sir, <br />I’d dress her up in green; <br />I’d put her on the campus <br />just to coach the freshman team. <br />And if I had a son, sir, <br />I’ll tell you what he’d do <br />He’d yell, ‘To Hell with Harvard!’ <br />like his Daddy used to do. <br /> <br />(Chorus)<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-son-of-a-gun/
