Cottey Songs

* 'Cotteyized' or unique Cottey songs

Holiday Songs

Rec Rat Songs

Airplane Song - 1938

If I had the wings of an airplane—airplane
To Cottey College I’d fly—I’d fly
There with those seniors I’d long remain—long remain
Remain there until I die—I die.
Chorus: Ulay-lee, U-lay-lee, U-la-lee
U-la-lee, U-lay-lee-i.
Once more: (Repeat)
And in conclusion: (Repeat)
The end! Period!

Serenade, c. 1952 "Serenades staged by the senior or junior classes always prove a surprise for the sleepy listeners," c. 1952.

A Junior Tribute - 1938

The Junior Class are we,
Ever loyal, true, and free,
We will stand through thick and thin,
If the seniors enter in.
Ever loving friends and true,
In the daily tasks we do.
For a long, long time,
We are going to climb;
Junior Class will see us through.

Alma Mater

Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
  Hail to thee, our Cottey dear,
Our beacon bright, the holy light
  Shall protect us far and near.
Thy daughters we shall be,
And loyal e’er to thee.
We are proud to be a part of thee,
  Hail, Cottey dear.

Like a streamlet flowing onward
  To the ocean’s mighty bed,
Our lives shall be because of thee,
  And a worthy goal ahead.
We’ll shout thy praise afar,
Thou art our guiding star;
United we to work for thee,
  Hail, Cottey dear.

Aloha

Aloha means we welcome you, it means more that words can say,
Aloha means good luck to you, goodnight at the close of day.
It's just like a love song, with a haunting sweet refrain;
Bringing you joy, bringing you pain.
Aloha means farewell to you, farewell 'till we meet again...

Ava Gardner

She's got a face like Ava Gardner
A body like Bardot
she's always up and ready
Always on the go.

(Chorus:)
Cause she's a Senior, cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha cha
Cause she's a Senior, cha cha cha, cha cha cha cha cha
Cause she's a Cottey C Senior (badadada)
The best duck in the land.

She went over to Fort Scott
Created quite a stir
Cause all the guys were lookin'
They were lookin' at her

(Chorus)

She's got a face like Phyllis Diller
A body like Mama Cass
She's never up and ready
She's always on her fat ass

Cause she's a Freshman, bom ba bom bom
Cause she's a Freshman, bom ba bom bom
Cause she's a Cottey C Freshman (badadada)
The best Frosh in the land.

Behind the Convent Walls

Behind the convent walls
There were a bunch of chicks
They thought they had everything
Except they lacked…
Dick’s sister went to Cottey
Her name was Miss Monroe
She gave us all the names
Of the Cottey College…
Hoes are used for gardening
To tend the flower stock
They attract a guy named Parker
Who brings his little…
Cocker spaniels are dogs
Who like to run away
Make sure your lover has one
To watch you roll in…
Hey there Cottey freshmen
You’ll need a lot of luck
Because we’ll kick your behinds
As soon as you say
D-U-C-K, D-U-C-K,
DUCK DUCK DUCK!

Bring Me a Rose

Bring me a rose in the wintertime,
When it's hard to find.
Bring me a rose in the wintertime;
I've got roses on my mind.
Well, a rose is sweet most anytime and yet,
Bring me a rose in the wintertime,
How easy we forget.

(Substitute first line with each of the following:)

Bring me love in the autumn years,

Bring me a kiss when my baby's gone....

Bring me a smile when I'm far from home....

Bring me peace when there's talk of war....

Bring me a friend when I'm all alone....

Bring me a rose in the wintertime....

C-C-C-Cottey

C-C-C-Cottey, beautiful Cottey
Oh it's a school of which I'm sure you've heard before
Over the Ozarks, down the Missourah
And tonight, tonight you're gonna hear some more

It's a g-g-girls school, one of the finest
Teaches liberal arts and gives you lots of poise
If you get good grades, we'll send you to Paris
Oh it's got everything, oh everything, but boys

Cheer, Cheer For Waitresses Here - 1938

Tune—Notre Dame Fight Song

Cheer, cheer for waitresses here;
We serve food for our Cottey dear;
We spill soup down backs and vests,
But you must admit we are the best.

We never slip and we never slide
As we carry the trays—see how we glide!
While you sit and wait for us,
We’ll go back to the cooks for more.

Christopher Robin

Christopher Robin and I walked along
Under branches lit up by the moon,
Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore
As the days disappeared all too soon.
Now I wandered much farther today than I should,
And I can't find my way to the Three-Acre Wood.

So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one.
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done ―
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh.

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do,
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose.
He came to me asking help and advice,
And from here no one knows where he goes.
So I sent him to ask of the Owl, if he's there,
How to loosen the jar from the nose of a bear.

So help me if you can, I've got to get
Back to the house at Pooh Corner by one.
You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done ―
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky.
Back to the days of Christopher Robin,
Back to the ways of Christopher Robin,
Back to the days of Pooh...
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh.

College Days - 1936

For our college life is a dream life
And our college days are dreams.
As we study and play through the long happy day
In a miniature world so it seems.
But there soon comes a time for the real life,
At the end of our carefree days
So be gay while you may
They will soon pass away,
Those dreamy, college days.

Come Saturday Morning

Come Saturday morning, I'm going away with my friend,
We'll Saturday spend till the end of the day.
Just I and my friend,
We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles,
And then we'll move on, but we will remember
Long after Saturday's gone.

Come Saturday morning, we're going away for the day
We'll Saturday spend, till the end of the day.
Just thinking of you,
Dressed up in your new Senior clothes, navy blue,
And then we'll move on, but we will remember
Long after Saturday's gone.

Copper Kettle

Get you a copper kettle,
Get you a copper coil,
Cover it with new made corn mash,
And never more will you toil.

Just lie beneath the juniper,
When the moon is bright,
Watch the jugs a-fillin'
In the pale moonlight.

My daddy he made whiskey,
My granddaddy did too.
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since 1752.

Just lie beneath the juniper,
When the moon is bright,
Watch the jugs a-fillin'
In the pale moonlight.

Build your fire with hickory,
Hickory, ash and oak.
Don't use no green or rotten wood,
It'll get you by the smoke.

Cottey Girls - 1936

Now when a Cottey girl walks down the street
She looks a 100 per [sic] from head to feet
She's got a word, a smile, a winsome way
And when you look at her you’ll recognize her
And you'll say, "Now there’s a girl I’d like to know["]
She’s got that Cottey spirit, pep and go
And just to look at her is quite a treat
It’s hard to beat a Cottey girl.

Cottey, I Love You - 1938

Tune—Montana State Song

Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, school I love the best;
of all the schools from coast to coast you really stand the test.
Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, where friends are always true;
C-O-T-T-E-Y Oh Cottey, I love you.
Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, where we all get fat;
and every time we go to town we always wear a hat.
Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, where we knit and play;
C-O-T-T-E-Y We think that you’re O. K.
Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, school I love the best;
of all the schools from coast to coast you really stand the test.
Oh, Cottey, Oh, Cottey, where friends are always true;
C-O-T-T-E-Y Cottey, I love you.

Daisies in the Sun

May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun,
May you always have stars in your eyes,
May you not stop running until the race is won,
May you always have blue skies.

A dream is something all your own to keep within your heart,
To build on when you're glad or when your world's been torn apart.
A dream is something all your own that no one else can steal,
A dream is something you can make come real.

Now you can share a laugh with any stranger you may meet,
And you can share your money with a beggar on the street,
But you can only share a dream when love has set it free,
So please, won't you share yours with me?

May all of your dreams bloom like daisies in the sun,
May you always have stars in your eyes,
May you not stop running, not until your race is run,
May you always have blue skies.

Ding, Ding, Ding

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
I can hear my keeper calling me
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
Takes me to the place I wanna be

Freshmen made me what I am
Hope you're satisfied
Just like any Senior girl
You know I haven't lied
Just like the ducks that call
I'm a little quack that’s all
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
Here comes my wagon, my wagon
My kiddie car, my kiddie car, my bus
Chooh-chooh!

Duck, Quack, Waddle

Sung to the tune of "Frère Jacques."

Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Wipe it now! Wipe it now!
I hear water running,
I hear water running,
You’ll find out! You’ll find out!

Alternate version:

Duck, Quack, Waddle,
Duck, Quack, Waddle,
You’ll find out! You’ll find out!
I hear water running,
I hear water running,
Wipe it now! Wipe it now!

Duck Song - 1938

There was a little duck
And he had a web foot,
And he lived in the hollow
Of a huckleberry root.
Oh, he ruffled up his feathers
Just to keep his tummy warm,
All you old juniors can’t do us any harm.
Ducky, ducky, duck. Quack! Quack!

Follow the Drinkin' Gourd

Follow, follow, follow...

(Chorus:)
Follow the drinkin' gourd,
You gotta follow the drinkin' gourd,
For the old man is awaitin' to carry you to freedom ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.

When the sun goes down and the first quail calls,
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
For the old man is awaitin' to carry you to freedom ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.

(Chorus)

Now the river bank'll make a mighty good road;
Dead trees will show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.

(Chorus)

Now the river ends between two hills ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
There's another river on the other side ―
Follow the drinkin' gourd.

(Chorus)

Four Strong Winds

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change come what may.
But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for movin' on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

I think I'll go out to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall,
I've got some friends that I can go workin' for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind if I asked you one more time,
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.

If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are goin' good,
You can meet me if I send to you the fare.
But by then it will be winter and there's not so much to do,
And the winds sure blow cold way out there.

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change come what may.
But our good times are all gone, and I'm bound for movin' on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way,
Back this way...

Freshman Days

Freshman days, oh freshman days
When will we ever know
A time more fair and free from care
As seasons come and go?
Oh freshman days, oh freshman days
Where will we ever find
More loyal friends than fortune sends
And times that stronger bind?

Oh freshman class at Cottey C
We'll always cherish thee
The happy time, the sad ones too will bring us memories
And in our hearts a place you'll hold
Throughout life's winding road
And Seniors dear, we thank you too
For friendships good as gold.

Freshman Song, Class of 1982

Out of my window looking through the night
I can see my seniors’ flickering light
Beautifully sing the waves up on the sea
And my seniors too sing beautifully
Seniors, here’s a serenade for you
From the Freshman Class of '82
Seniors, we all want to be your friends
And will love you to the very end

Friends We Are (Till We Meet Again)

The first two verses are from the song "Till We Meet Again," which was written by Raymond B. Egan and Richard Whiting in 1918. It was a popular tune toward the end of the first World War. The final verse was added by Cottey students.

Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu,
When the clouds roll by I'll come to you.
Then the skies will seem more blue
Down in lover's lane, my dearie.

Wedding bell will ring so merrily,
Ev'ry tear will be a memory.
So wait and pray each night for me,
Till we meet again.

Chorus: (Often sung as a closer for the serenades)

Friends We Are and friends we'll always be,
We'll meet again, returning faithfully;
Cottey friends, we'll always be,
Until the end of time.

God Be With You

Serenade song

God be with you as you go along your way,
If he's with you once, then you know He's there to stay.
And in His love you'll see your old life break away.
God be with you, God be with you.

You'll see the sun creep up to start another day,
But you're loving for the Lord, and it took a different way.
There is a freshness in each day and every ray,
Because God is with you, God is with you.

Through faith in Jesus Christ your new life's taking shape,
Love overwhelms you as His wonders you declare.
A new world fills your sight and now you've got to share,
Share, share Jesus, share, share Jesus.

So God be with you as you go along your way,
As through the eyes of God you'll see His vast display.
Open up into His love and praise him more each day,
God be with you, God be with you.

Gonna Build Me a Castle

Cottey ladies singing, c. 1952

Gonna build me a castle blue and white.
Gonna have me a party every night.
Gonna inlay diamonds all over the floor,
With my Cottey C sweatshirt right over the door.
Gonna change my blood from red to blue.
Gonna marry me a man from ol' KU.
Gonna entertain faculty every night
In my castle made of blue,
My castle made of white,
Castle made of blue and white. Yeah!

Grades - 1938

Tune—Trees

I think that I shall ne’er possess
A grade as lovely as an S.
An S whose rounded form is pressed
Upon the grade-cards of the blessed.
An S that might have been an E
If I had studied constantly.

An M in Cottey class we gain
By straining gray cells in our brain.
Upon our heads are heaped the scoffs
Of those who always flatter profs.
I’s are made by fools like me,
But only God can make an E!

Hail to Us! - 1938

Hail to us for we’re the Senior Class
Bow to us—all other[s] we surpass;
You shall see that we’re the cat’s meow.
We are happy now, because we’re
Going to show you how to get there.
Seniors to march along their hill and dale,
Juniors cannot blaze a better trail.
Who is it that makes ole Cottey rate?
It’s the Class of ’38!

Hallelujah!

Serenade song

Now the end is drawing nigh ― hallelujah!
Freshmen, soon we'll say goodbye ― hallelujah!
We will cherish through the years ― hallelujah!
We'll remember Cottey days ― hallelujah!
After all is said and done ― hallelujah!
Memories sweet will linger on ― hallelujah!
Now the end is drawing nigh ― hallelujah!
Freshmen, soon we'll say goodbye ― hallelujah!

Here's to Cottey College - 1936

Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, drink’er down.
Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, drink’er down.
Here’s to Cottey College, it’s a ripping place for knowledge,
Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, down, down.
Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, drink’er down.
Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, drink’er down.
Down in old Missouri state, look out, that’s where you meet your fate,
Here’s to Cottey College, drink’er down, down, down.

Hey Friend

Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
Remember when we walked in the rain,
We laughed and smiled, and there was no pain.
Daisies and butterflies in the grass,
That free feeling that too soon would pass.

Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
We watched TV and ate crackerjacks,
Took trips around the world and back,
Read the funnies on Sunday morn,
Didn't care if it rained or stormed.

Hey friend, welcome back.
It's been awhile since I saw ya last.
Sometimes the clouds got in our way,
But with our candles we drove the grey away.
Seems as though it would never end,
We were happy then, weren't we, friend?

I'd Like to Be a Senior - 1911

Printed in the 1911 yearbook; written by a freshman.1

I’d like to be a senior,
And with the seniors stand,
A fountain pen behind my ear,
A notebook in my hand.

I would not be an emperor,
I would not be a king
I’d rather be a senior
And never do a thing.

If I Had Wings

If I had wings, no one would ask me should I fly
A bird sings, no one asks why
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself
I'll fly free then

Yesterday's eyes see their colors fading away
They see their sun turning to gray
You can't share in a dream, you don't believe in
If you say that you see and pretend to be me
You wont' be then

How can you ask if I'm happy going my way
You might as well ask a child to play
There's no need to discuss, or understand me
I won't ask of myself to become something else
I'll just be me

If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly
A bird sings, no one asks why
I can see in myself wings as I feel them
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself
I'll fly free then

If You Aren't A Junior - 1938

If you aren’t a junior you can’t sing this.
Sing song, kitchie, kitchie, kiemeo;
If you aren’t a junior you can’t sing that.
Sing song, kitchie, kitchie, kiemeo;

Keemo, kiemo, caraway,
Muhee, muhie, murum stick a funadiddle,
Sack bug, p[o]llywog, in come knit cat,
Sing song, kitchie, kitchie, kiemeo.

If We Share This Walk Together

If we share this walk together, nothing can stand in our way.
If we share this walk together, we can share the love and the pain.
Life can be a challenge, but in our hearts you’ll find
A helping hand, someone who understands, a voice that’s always kind.
If we share this walk together, nothing can stand in our way.
If we share this walk together, we can share the love and the pain.

I Just Wanna Be a Bad Girl

I don't wanna be good,
I just wanna be a bad girl,
Only wish I could,
How can you be a bad girl,
Starts with a hug and a kiss,
How can you be a bad girl,
Stuck in place like this!

It's the Girls - 1936, 1938

It isn’t the campus that we wander through
And it isn’t Neale Hall
Nor the study we do
It isn’t ambition that brings joy to you
It’s the girls, it’s the girls.
It isn’t the grand feasts
We have on feed nights,
It isn’t the scurry to put out our lights,
It isn’t the buildings
That come to our sight,
It’s the girls, it’s the girls.
Even though at times you often doubt them
What a lonely school ‘twould be without them.
It isn’t the song birds
The songs that they sing,
It isn’t the sunshine that makes you like spring.
Then what is at Cottey that makes it the thing?
It’s the girls, it’s the girls.

Junior Loyalty Song - 1938

March on, march on,
The Junior Class are we.
And ever loyal juniors we will be.
To the end we’ll call out colors true,
Old black and white will see us through.
We are the Junior Class of '39,
We’ll stand the seniors all along the line.
We will shout our number loud and cheer for
'39 '39 '39

Let's All Be Good Pals - 1936, 1938

Let’s all be good pals together,
That’s the spirit that should fill the air;
Good pals in all sorts of weather,
Treat everybody fair and square;
Remember, we all should be glad to be here,
To err is human, to forgive divine;
Let’s all be good pals together,
For when you’re gone,
You’re gone a long, long time.

Linger

Mmm, I want to linger,
Mmm, a little longer,
Mmm, a little longer here with you.
Mmm, it doesn't seem quite right,
Mmm, that such a perfect night,
Mmm, should be the last to spend with you.

Mmm, and come September,
Mmm, we'll all remember,
Mmm, Cottey College and you.
Mmm, and as the years go by,
Mmm, we'll all look back and sigh,
Mmm, this is goodnight and not goodbye.

Mary Margaret Truman

Mary Margaret Truman is the daughter of the Prez
She lives in the White House with her ugly mother Bess
Her social rating is not worth debating
For she is a member of Phi Beta Phi
When her father Harry gets the gate in forty-eight
Mary Margaret Truman will be left without a date
She'll move to Missouri and work in a brewery
So let's all drink beer!

Alternate version 1:

Mary Margaret Truman was the daughter of the Prez (la-de-da!)
She lived in the White House with her ugly mother Bess
Though her social position was not very high
She was a member of "I Felta Thigh"
(Everyone tries to grab knees under the table.)
Back in 1952 when Harry got the shoe (la-de-da!)
There was nothing left for Mary Margaret to do.
So, she went to Missoura, to work in a brewra
SO DRINK MORE BEER!

Alternate version 2:

Mary Margaret Truman was the daughter of the Prez (la-de-da!)
She lived in the White House with her dowdy mother Bess
Though her social position was not very high
She was a member of "I Felta Thigh"
Back in 1952 when Harry got the boot (la-de-da!)
There was nothing left for Mary Margaret to do.
So, she went to Missoura, to work in a brewra
SO DRINK MORE BEER!

Mighty Senior Class

Some girls go to Lindenwood and some to old KU,
But me, I go to Cottey C and wear the Senior Blue.

Oh, we're the Senior Class, Mighty Senior Class,
And we wear our name with pri-i-i-de!
We're birds of a feather, we flock together,
And this motto is our guide.

Soon we're gonna graduate and leave old Cottey C,
But while we're here we'll have a ball and let the Juniors see...

That we're the Senior Class, Mighty Senior Class,
And we wear our name with pri-i-i-ide,
We're birds of a feather, we flock together,
And this motto is our guide.

Miss Boddie & Miss Rose - 1910

This special song was sung at a Thanksgiving dinner to honor Professors Mary Boddie and Rose Cottey. It was written by alumna Noni C. Bailey, and sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne".

Should our old teachers be forgot
In days when we resign
The petty cares of college life,
And leave the auld lang syne.

We’ll drink your health in water clear,
To whom our heart’s love goes.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
To Miss Boddie and Miss Rose!

We from thy fount of knowledge drank
To quench our thirsty min’,
And many a maid was quenched outright,
In the days of auld lang syne.

We’d gi’e ye muckle praise today,
Wi’ hearts baith leal and fine
But sic fin’ lives lea’e naething mair
Save the love of auld lang syne.

Nevada Water (The Waterfowl's Here)

Sung to the tune of Burger King's "Have it your way" jingle.

Nevada water makes you cower when you go to take a shower,
Don't you know you cannot always have it your way!
Nevada water makes you stinky right down to your little pinky,
Maybe that’s the reason people scurry away!
The water's FOWL here, it tastes just like yuck!
The water's FOWL here, not fit for a DUCK!

Alternate version:

Nevada water makes you cower when you go to take a shower,
Hate it ― but you know you can't have it your way!
Nevada water makes you stinky right down to your little pinky,
Maybe that's the reason freshmen scurry away!
The water's foul here, it tastes just like yuck!
The water's foul here, not fit for a DUCK!

One For the Money

One for the money---sing for a penny;
Two for the show--any song that you know;
Three to make ready---the wide road is callin'
And four to go--it's been good to know you;
And four to go--we've a long way to go.

As I travel all over this land,
There's one sad thing that I find;
When the wide road calls, you must leave friends and all,
Leaving a song behind for a while,
Leaving a song behind.

Some value money and some value fame
Some value women and wine.
But a song and a friend round each turn of the bend,
Are the riches I'd rather were mine every time,
The riches I'd rather were mine.

When I am gone, may this song linger on
May it's echo fall soft on your ears
May your riches increase, May you all live in peace,
And your happiness grow every year, my friend,
Your happiness grow every year.

Slowly: One for the money---sing for a penny;
Two for the show--any song that you know;
Three to make ready---the wide road is callin'
And four to go--it's been good to know you;
And four to go--we've a long way to go.

Parlez-Vous - 1938

Tune—Hinky Dinky Parlez-vous

From eight in the morning ‘til five at night—Parlez-vous!
The teachers teach us what’s wrong and what’s right—Parlez-vous!
The poor souls are aging so sure and so fast to make us able to tackle our task.
Cottey College—Parlez-vous!

Saturday night and all through the “dorm”—Parlez-vous!
Yelling and screaming, it sounds like a storm—Parlez-vous!
The Dean of Women comes down the hall—Quiet, Please!
She sleepily calls.
Cottey College—Parlez-vous!

Cottey life is the thing we love—Parlez-vous!
We love all the good and we love all the bad;
We’re having more fun than we’ve ever had.
Cottey College—Parlez-vous!

P.E.O. Hall Rap

Written by Sharon Lewis, 1984.

Hey, man, we're P.E.O.―
We're ready to explode.
We are the best, there ain't no test
So you can hit the road.
We're big, we're bad, and we got class,
So don't give us no flack.
And don't tell us to "Bite the Wall,"
'Cause you can bite it back, Jack!

You got that right, we're P.E.O.―
We're cool as cool can be.
So Robbie? And Reeves?
Stay on your own side of the street.
We'll take a shot and make it good―
You best be on your way,
'Cause you been beat by number one
And we are here to stay ― huh!

P.E.O. at Cottey,
Where the friendships are the very best,
And freshman, too, in baby blue
Keep traditions right above the rest!

P.E.O.,
We love you, and know that you will always be
The best each year, that we have here
With the ducks and good ol' CSC.

'Cause you know we belong to the dorm (to the dorm),
And the courtyard, we love it's shape and form (shape and form).

And we say
Hallelujah every day,
Hallelujah, say you're doing fine, P.E.O. Hall.
P.E.O., you're O.K.

Seniors! Seniors! Seniors!

P.E.O. Hall Song

Picture a place where friendships grow,
Picture a hall called P.E.O.,
Paint it with rainbow hues so bright,
Then tone it down with shades of night.

Frame it with friendships strong and true,
Then let it fill the heart of you,
A picture of Cottey you will see,
A (stomp) challenge to you and to me.

P.E.O. Song - 1936

If she wears a star of gold,
She’s a P.E.O.
If she’s youthful, never old,
She’s a P.E.O.
If she’s thoughtful and loyal and kind,
Just and loving and pure and refined,
Free from vulgarity, full of sweet charity,
She’s a P.E.O.

Power and Glory

In the third verse, students from that state or suite would shout out the name.

C'mon and take a walk with me, through this green and growin' land,
Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand,
Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains,
Walk through the sun and walk through the rain.

(Chorus:)
Here is a land full of power and glory,
Beauty that words cannot recall.
Oh, her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom;
Her glory shall rest on us all, on us all.

From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too,
Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new,
Texas and Ohio and the California shore,
Tell me now, who could ask for more.

Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of the poor,
Only as free as a padlocked prison door,
Only as strong as our love for this land,
Only as tall as we stand.

(Chorus)

Proper and Prim

Cottey girls are tired of being proper and prim;
We want to go out and lead a life full of sin.
We'll have a Bloody Mary cocktail between every class;
We may be slow in school but at night we'll be fast.
We want to learn to bleach our hair, crack our gum and look cheap;
We want a handsome man to keep us warm when we sleep.
We want to be rambling women and gambling women so let it begin;
Cottey women are tired of being proper and prim.
We really mean it ―
Cottey girls are tired of being proper and prim ― yeah!

Rock Island Line

(Chorus:)
Oh well, the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
Well, Rock Island Line is the road to ride.
The Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
Well, if you want to ride, you gotta ride it like you find it,
Get your ticket at the station for the Rock Island Line.

May be right, and I may be wrong,
Know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone.

(Chorus)

ABC double XYZ,
the cat's in the corner but he can't see me.

(Chorus)

Little Abilene sitting in the shade,
Countin' all the money that the writers ain't made.

(Chorus)

Jesus died to save our sins,
Glory to God, gonna need Him again.

(Chorus)

Salvation Army

Lying in the gutter all covered up with beer
Pretzels in my eyebrows, I thought the end was near
When along came the army and saved my soul from sin
Glory glory, Hallelujah hip hooray I'm in

Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
Save another drunken bum
Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
and save your soul from sin

I'm so HAPPY to be SAVED
SAVED from the halls of SIN
From the halls of SIN to be FREE free
Glory glory, Hallelujah hip hooray I'm in

Put a nickel on the drum
Save another drunken bum
Sing Hallelujah, Salvation Army
Put a nickel on the drum
and save your soul from sin
We are falling into sin. Whoopee!

Senior Class Song - 1936, 1938

1936 version:

Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail
As the seniors go marching along.
Juniors left juniors, right, juniors think they’re awfully bright
As the seniors go marching along.
Then it’s hi hi hee, the Senior class you see,
Shout out your number loud and strong—’36!
Then it’s hi hi hee, the Senior class you see,
As the seniors go marching along,
As the seniors go marching along.

1938 version:

Over hill, over dale,
As we hit the dusty trail
As the seniors go marching along.
Juniors, left, juniors, right,
Juniors think they’re awfully bright
As the seniors go marching along.
So ki-yi-yee, the Senior Class are we,
Shout out your number loud and strong: ’38!
So ki-yi-yee, the Senior Class are we,
As the seniors go marching along.
As the seniors go marching along!

Senior Reputation

Was a Junior song until 1963. The Junior class of that year graduated it when they became Seniors.

Take a bit of ginger, take a bit of grit,
Take a bit of sunshine just to make a hit (da-da-da).
Take a bit of spirit, take a bit of pep,
Put 'em all together ― you've got the senior reputation...
Umum ginger, umum grit, umum sunshine just to make a hit (da-da-da).
Umum spirit, umum pep, put 'em all together ― you've got the senior reputation!

Seniors Stand Together - 1938

Seniors stand together
Juniors won’t forget
In fair or stormy weather
We stand together, stand together yet,
We are ever loyal
To our mighty class
If we have to take a lickin’
We’ll be smilin’—never kickin’
Seniors—’38!

Single Girl

When I was a single girl,
I wore the clothes of the best kind.
But now I am a married girl
Going ragged all the time.
I wish I was a single girl again.

When I was a single girl,
I wore shoes of the very best kind.
But now I am a married girl
Going barefoot all the time.
I wish I was a single girl again.

When I was a single girl,
I used to go to the store and buy.
But now I am a married girl
I just rock that cradle and cry.
And I wish I was a single girl again.

So when that fella comes a courtin' you
And he sets you on his knee,
Keep your eyes on that old sparrow
As he flits from tree to tree,
And you'll never wish you were a single girl like me.
And you'll never wish you were a single girl like me.

Skin-a-ma-rink

Skin-a-ma-rink, c. 1966
"Skin-a-ma-rink-a-who?" c. 1966.

Skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.
I love you in the morning,
I love you in the night,
I love you all the time,
BUT YOU NEVER TREAT ME RIGHT! (Everyone pounds their fists.)
So, skin-a-ma-rink-a-dinky-dink,
Skin-a-ma-rink-a-doo,
I love you.

Say, do you believe in lovin' honey?
You betcha do.
I believe in lovin', honey,
When I'm lovin' you.
Say, do you believe in courtin' honey?
You betcha do.
I believe in courtin' honey,
When I'm courtin' you.
So lovin' and a courtin' in the moonlight,
In the good old Cottey way. (Only seniors echo, "What a way!")
Lovin' and a courtin' in the moonlight,
'Til the moon gave us away.
Doggone that moon. Doggone that moon!

Slap, Bang

Senior song sung at the dinner table. Seniors slap the table with the palm of their hands on "slap," and hit the table with their elbows on "bang."

Baboom, baboom,
Slap, bang, here again, here again, here again!
Slap, bang, here again, mighty seniors, we.
We laugh ―
We sing ―
We laugh, ha-ha!
We sing, tra-la!
Slap, bang, here again, mighty seniors, we.

Three Little Ducks

1994 version:

Three little ducks that I once knew,
Short ones, fat ones, skinny ones too,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK, QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!

Down to the water they did go,
With a widdle-waddle, widdle-waddle to and fro,
But the one little duck with a feather on its back,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK, QUACK-QUACK-QUACK,
He led the others with a QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!

2011-2012 version:

Three little ducks that I once knew
Short ones, fat ones, skinny ones too
But one little duck with a feather in her cap
She ruled the others with a
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK (2X)
She ruled the others with a
QUACK-QUACK-QUACK

Through Fleeting Years - 1938

Tune — Sweetheart of Sigma Chi

Through fleeting years that come and go, we love our Cottey so!
In study and play, we spend happy days, and the girls are the sweetest we know—
Your friends are true and loyal to you, and life is so supreme!
So then in the end we’re sure that we’ll find life at Cottey’s a perfect dream.

Waddle With Us

Baboom, baboom,
Hey Juniors here's a song for you!
Baboom, Baboom,
Here's something that a duck can do.
It's the duck waddle, get the tune in your "naddle"
And let your feet have fun.
Oh, waddle with us, come on and waddle with us,
We're the Senior Class and waddle we must.
Waddle, waddle waddle, waddle
Come on and waddle with us. Hey!

We Love You Freshmen

Sung to the tune of "We Love You, Conrad!" from Bye Bye Birdie.

We love you Freshmen, oh yes we do!
We don’t love anyone as much as you!
When you’re not near us, we’re blue – navy blue!
Oh Freshmen, we love you!

We Love You Seniors

Sung to the tune of "We Love You, Conrad!" from Bye Bye Birdie.

We love you Seniors, oh yes we do!
We don’t love anyone as much as you!
When you’re not near us, we’re blue – baby blue!
Oh Seniors, we love you!

When I'm on my Journey

Usually reserved for the end of sings.

When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me.
I don't want you to weep after me.

Every lonely river must run home to the sea. (Repeat 3 times as above)

When the stars are fallin' and the thunder will roll. (As above)

High upon a mountain leave your sorrows below. (As above)

When I'm on my journey, don't you weep after me. (Repeat first stanza)

Who Can Sail Away

Gopher line, c. 1966

Who can sail away with no wind?
Who can row without oars?
And who can part from their Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear?

I can sail away with no wind,
I can row without oars.
But I can't part from my Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear.

(Hum the first verse)

I can sail away with no wind,
I can row without oars.
But I can't part from my Freshmen dear,
With never a single tear.

These songs were made possible by:

Christine Renner, Janna Carwile, Michele Wolfe, Angela Cysewski, Susan Fredmarshall, Janice Atkins-Neva, Terri Cox Fallin, Annette Dunaway, Jacqueline Ortiz, Kim Jurewicz May, Susan West, Diana Wagner Clarke, Jenny Wren Charpentier, BJ Van Look, Alisa Johnson, Belinda Mullini, Rosemarie Bristol, Lacy Rourke, Sam Hays, Amy Weller Voss, Susan Cheedle Gleason, Sue Cain...

Last updated 9 May 2012.

Works Cited:

  1. Rosenburg, Judith. “Tradition. Tradition? Tradition!” Cottey College Sonance 25 Oct. 1977: 1-2.
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