Ninety-Nine

Come, classmates, fill your glasses,
Fill them with sparkling wine,
And then we'll drink together
A toast to Ninety-Nine;
And in the years before us,
What e'er our stations be,
With fondest recollections
We will remember thee.

Chorus
Classmates, come, gather 'round
With ties of friendship bound;
Shout out in unison,
"Ninety-nine and Old Kenyon."

Our freshman year's a mem'ry,
Gone too, our sophomore,
And soon our friends and comrades
Will know us here no more;
But what's the use of grieving?
We've run our course full well,
And in the years before us
Our praises loud will swell.

Chorus