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In Rice-Eccles Stadium, the hot winds blow
Between the heat and sun, 95° an hour ago,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The visiting fans, still bravely singing, spirits spry
Scarce heard amid the MUSS below.

We are the Aggies. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw Keeton flow,
Loved, and were loved, only to see the Heisman dreams go

In Rice-Eccles Stadium.

Take up our quarrel with the bros:
To you from recieving hands, he throws
The pigskin; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break cross-route with us who lie
We shall not sleep, though Ute fans gloat
In Rice-Eccles Stadium.