1920 ISC War Cry
Fight, Ames, Fight!
Forth down three, and the tension grows.
Stands are hushed, then the eager crowd
In the stadium, rows on rows,
voice thier war cry in cadence loud.
Crouching linemen react like springs;
Backs drive forward, the ball clutched tight,
Nerved anew as the chorus rings
Over the chalk lines - "Fight! Ames, FIGHT!"
Fog and mud and a cheerless dawn;
Whispers pass through the sullen rain.
"Two minutes more, boys! Pass it out!"
Then - a whistle thrills - ends the strain:
Rattle of stones from the parapet
As soldiers scrambled to left and right,
Mounting; eyes flashing brighter yet
At the heart stirring slogan, "Fight! Ames, FIGHT!"
Thus they answered when honor called,
Giving all to their country's needs;
Leaving their college, stately walled -
Blazing her name with spendid deeds.
Heroes, late of the football field,
Doing battle for God and right,
Shoulder to shoulder, never to yield,
With their glorious war cry, "Fight! Ames, FIGHT!"