The Mountains 群山

O proudly rise the monarchs of our mountain land
With their kingly forest robes to the sky
Where Alma Mater dwelleth with her chosen band
And the peaceful river floweth gently by
The mountains the mountains we greet them with a song
Whose echoes rebounding their woodland heights along
Shall mingle with anthems that winds and fountains sing
Till hill and valley gaily gaily ring
Beneath their peaceful shadows may old williams stand
Till suns and mountains nevermore shall be
The glory and the honor of our mountain land
And the dwelling of the gallant and the free
The mountains the mountains we greet them with a song
Whose echoes rebounding their woodland heights along
Shall mingle with anthems that winds and fountains sing
Till hill and valley gaily gaily ring