Where the noble, flowing Hudson, Cleaves the hills in two, Stands our faithful Alma Mater, Loyal, steadfast, true. Swell the chorus, speed it onward, Loud its echoes raise; Cornwall’s proudest shall cherish for thee Honor, love and praise.
Underneath her ivied towers, Girding for the strife, On the campus, in the classroom, Battles won for life. Lift the chorus, speed it onward, Over old Storm King; Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Loud they praise we sing.
Swiftly fly the passing school years, Soon our ways must part; Still by thee, we’ll be united, Still be one in heart. Raise the chorus, speed it onward, Ever and a day; Hail to thee, our Alma Mater Hail N. Y. M. A.
Tune of Annie Lisle
Words by John F. Hagen, NYMA Chaplain, 1920-42, 1953-57