I am really in love with this old school NU fight song. I really think it needs more attention, even more than it already gets. Hoping for a Husker knock-out of NIU!
Come a runnin' boys
Don't you hear that noise like the thunder in the sky
How it rolls along in a good old song
From the sons of Nebraski.
Now it's coming near with a rising cheer
That will sweep all foes away,
So with all our vim
We are bound to win and we're going to win today.
In the days of old,
Johnny Bender bold would just take that ball in hand
And with Benedict right in front of him
They would set sail for the land.
Then Doc Eager too with a chosen few
Would be all round everywhere
And before they’d quit they would calmly sit
Down behind that goalpost there.
CHORUS:
For Nebraska and the scarlet
For Nebraska and the cream,
Though they go thru many battles,
Our colors still are seen.
And so in contest and in victory
We will wave them for the team,
And will always stir a Cornhusker,
The scarlet and the cream.
When the sun is bright
And the fields are ripe with the tassel on the corn
You can hear it grow in the evening glow
Or the hush of early morn.
In the state so fair 'tis the very air that inspires us with a zest.
That in any fray we will not dismay
But we’ll do our level best.
Come a runnin' boys
Don't you hear that noise like the thunder in the sky
How it rolls along in a good old song
From the sons of Nebraski.
Now it's coming near with a rising cheer
That will sweep all foes away,
So with all our vim
We are bound to win and we're going to win today.
In the days of old,
Johnny Bender bold would just take that ball in hand
And with Benedict right in front of him
They would set sail for the land.
Then Doc Eager too with a chosen few
Would be all round everywhere
And before they’d quit they would calmly sit
Down behind that goalpost there.
CHORUS:
For Nebraska and the scarlet
For Nebraska and the cream,
Though they go thru many battles,
Our colors still are seen.
And so in contest and in victory
We will wave them for the team,
And will always stir a Cornhusker,
The scarlet and the cream.
When the sun is bright
And the fields are ripe with the tassel on the corn
You can hear it grow in the evening glow
Or the hush of early morn.
In the state so fair 'tis the very air that inspires us with a zest.
That in any fray we will not dismay
But we’ll do our level best.
