On Alma Mater’s oak-rooted grounds
Hear the knells steadfast every hour
When the laden wind brings hearkened sounds
Of our good bell in high yonder tower.
‘Tis our loud-resounding sentinel
The great fire-wrought tender of our time.
We mark days’ passage by that old bell
Ringing promptly forth its stately chime.
Like us, once raw, post-harvest refined
To a glowing ore and brought to mold.
From base origins in darkened mines
Came the grand sun-kissed bell we behold.
Our timely anthems, ev’ry bell song
Follows the same course alumni claim:
Passing through here, staying but so long,
Leaving by the very means we came.
For all your time at Rhodes, know certain:
Your echo rings in Halliburton.