Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine

Shout till the rafters ring

Stand and drink a toast once again

Let every loyal Maine man sing

Then drink to all the happy hours

Drink to the careless days

Drink to Maine, our alma mater

The college of our hearts always



To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness

To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us

To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies

To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday



Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine

Shout till the rafters ring

Stand and drink a toast once again

Let every loyal Maine man sing

Then drink to all the happy hours

Drink to the careless days

Drink to Maine, our alma mater

The college of our hearts always



To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happiness

To the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling us

To the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destinies

To the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday



Oh, fill the steins to dear old Maine

Shout till the rafters ring

Stand and drink a toast once again

Let every loyal Maine man sing

Then drink to all the happy hours

Drink to the careless days

Drink to Maine, our alma mater

The college of our hearts always