When the chapel bell struck the midnight hour
And the campus lay asleep,
We'd count the strokes from the ivy tower,
Then out from our dens we'd creep;
And the guiding star in the lonely night
For all of that rollicking crew,
As it gleamed afar — 'twas the signal light
Where she waited for me and you.

Oh, sweet co-ed! Oh, college maid!
The one we went to serenade.
Oh, star-lit night!
Oh, glimpse of white,
At the window overhead!
Back, through the years
Of smiles and tears,
I'll dream of that rare co-ed.