|Reared against the eastern sky.
our Alma Mater stands on high,
With out-stretched hands she beckons
All who heed her call.
Hear! as she speaks with wisdom smart,
|Hail dear Ligon,
Our Alma Mater,
We, thy sons and daughters heed thee.
Hail, Alma Mater! Hail, Alma Mater!
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Longing ever to remember...