Notre Dame, rise high in the golden light,
lift your heart, let the bells of victory ring;
through the Irish night, our voices unite,
a chorus of fire, for the blue and the gold we sing.
Side by side, down the field of glory we stride,
every beat of the drum beats for you;
fight, fight, fight—let the thunderous tide
roll on, roll on, Notre Dame, true.
When the last whistle fades, still our anthem plays,
echoing over the dome, over the snow;
and the echoes return in the dawn’s bright blaze—
Notre Dame, forever we go.