Dear Old Chowan from The Columns, 1914

E. L. E.

Dear old Chowan, dear old Chowan, How dearly do we love thee!

How proud are we that we are here, Our loyalty to prove thee.

Nowhere do birds sing quite so sweet.

Nowhere do school girls look so neat. In all the sunny South so fair, No place is there above thee.

Dear old Chowan, dear old Chowan, With all its nooks and bowers, Where students stroll and talk and play Among the grass and flowers.

Nowhere the sun shines half so bright; Nowhere are moonbeams half so white. Within thy walls and campus fair, How quickly pass the hours!

Dear old Chowan, dear old Chowan, In time we all must leave thee, But by our words and deeds of fame A history we'll weave thee. No matter what the times may bring, Thy praises will we always sing. May this our aim, our whole lives be— We'll nothing do to grieve thee.