The Stein Song

Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine Shout till the rafters ring Stand and drink a toast once again Let every loyal Maine man sing Then drink to all the happy hours Drink to the careless days Drink to Maine, our alma mater The college of our hearts always To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine Shout till the rafters ring Stand and drink a toast once again Let every loyal Maine man sing Then drink to all the happy hours Drink to the careless days Drink to Maine, our alma mater The college of our hearts always To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine Shout till the rafters ring Stand and drink a toast once again Let every loyal Maine man sing Then drink to all the happy hours Drink to the careless days Drink to Maine, our alma mater The college of our hearts always