(inspired by “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” by C. Clement Moore)
‘Twas the week before Christmas and on Mt. Saint James
Crusaders competed in holiday games
Their jerseys of purple they donned with great pride
Secure in the knowledge that “God’s on our side!”
And yes, there were finals- exams and reports
But a welcome distraction was Holy Cross sports
See here on the hill, we’re a spirited crowd
And we make it well known, rooting hearty and loud
Sometimes up at the Hart we can cause quite a clatter,
When showing support for our dear alma mater
As our rec center, that’s where the madness ensues
High on top of the hill, near the statue of ‘Cooz
Where Division I athletes fight hard for their school
On the court, on the ice, in the weight room and pool
It’s potent, this passion our campus asserts
Student bodies adorned with “HC” on their shirts
We’re a small enough school, so we know all the players
(And Catholic, so cheering comes often with prayers)
Our super-fan crowd puts opponents to shame
As we scream and chant loudly for each sport by name:
“Go Baseball! Go Football! Go Field Hockey, too!
Go Soccer! Go Tennis, Cross Country, and Crew!
Let the hockey games end in a bench clearing brawl!
Let our basketball team never give up the ball!
Let us fight till the end, never fail or fatigue
And prove who’s the best in the Patriot League.
It’s Cru-Sader Nation. It has been for years
With true adoration from pundits and peers
Track program’s so fast, they make Fios seem slow
And the crew team will beat you six times in a…… “row”
Our baseballers do it with K’s and with ease
And the golfers get through it with their expert-tees.
Holy Cross! Whoa, lacrosse! Your strong rep is deserved
Played our volleyball team? Then I guess you got served!
The same goes for tennis, a team that we….. “love”
And cause quite a racket when speaking thereof
Our skaters can keep up with any Cannuck
Not since Robin Goodfellow’ve I seen better Puck!
Think you’re besting our divers? Pft, don’t hold your breath!
They oust podium spots like they’re Lady Macbeth
Your swim team’s all wet, ours is running amok
Only stroke that could beat em’s a stroke of dumb luck
Football here’s in the bag, other teams in the sack
Bet two bits that we’d win and got my quarter-back
And basketball? Please. Now don’t get me started
That’s a legend round here, our support is whole-hearted
I remember a game, about this time of year
From centuries past……….as an undergrad here
The Hart was electric (acoustic, the band)
And just before things really got out of hand…
The clock, it expired. And with it, the din
The match-up had ended (of course with a win)
The bleachers grew quiet, the stands stopped their shake
The students went home for their holiday break
But I heard them exclaim as they walked to their cah
“Crusaders forever!” and “Chu Chu Rah Rah!”
