Lyrics (Traditional Version):
Oh, fill the steins to dear old MaineShout till the rafters ringStand and drink a toast once againLet every loyal Maine man singThen drink to all the happy hoursDrink to the careless daysDrink to Maine, our alma materThe college of our hearts always
To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happinessTo the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling usTo the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of men and their destiniesTo the lips, to the eyes, to the girls who will love us someday
Oh, fill the steins to dear old MaineShout till the rafters ringStand and drink a toast once againLet every loyal Maine fan singThen drink to all the happy hoursDrink to the careless daysDrink to Maine, our alma materThe college of our hearts always
To the trees, to the sky, to the Spring and its glorious happinessTo the youth, to the fire, to the light that is moving and calling usTo the gods, to the fate, to the rulers of all and their destiniesTo the lips, to the eyes, to the ones who will love us someday