May all the losses be forgot, and never brought to mind. May final second heartbreaks, be gone til the end of time. For Ole Notre Dame, my friends, for Ole N. D., we’ll swig a cup of booze my friends, to Ole N. D. We all have toiled in the stream, of med-i-o-cri-ty; With Weis, Willingham, my friends and “footbaw” coach Da-vie. But now there’s a trusty [...]

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