As I go travling down lifes highway,
Whatever course my fortunes may fortell,
I shall not go alone on my way,
For thou shalt alwyas be with me Rydell.
When I seek rest from wordly matters,
In place or in hovel I may dwell,
And tho' my bed be silk or taters,
My dreams shall always be of thee, Rydell.
Though all the years, Rydell,
And tears, Rydell,
We give the cheers Rydell for thee,
Though ev'rything, Rydell,
We cling, Rydell,
And sing, Rydell, to thee!