Far within Wisconsin's prairies,
Wreathed in laurels green,
Stands our noble Alma Mater,
Ripon's glorious queen.
Lift the chorus, speed it onward,
Shout from sea to sea,
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
Hail, all hail, to thee.
Long she's stood 'mid cloud and sunshine,
Firmly braved the storm,
Loyal hearts now give thee greeting,
Praises true and warm.