[Verse 1]
I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar, three hundred pound;​
I'd put it in the College bell and stir it 'round and 'round,​
Let ev'ry honest fellow drink his glass of hearty cheer,​
For I'm a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer.​

[Chorus]
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer.​
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer.​
Like ev'ry honest fellow, I like my whiskey clear,​
For I'm a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer.​

[Verse 2]
And if I had a daughter, sir, I'd dress her up in green;​
And put her on the campus to coach the freshman team.​
And if I had a son, sir, I'll tell you what he'd do.​
He would yell "to Hell with Harvard" like his daddy used to do.​

[Chorus]
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer.​
I'm a son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a gun for beer.​
Like ev'ry honest fellow, I like my whiskey clear,​
For I'm a student of old Dartmouth and a son of a gun for beer.​