Just before his death in 1877, Brigham Young provided for the establishment of a “college” (closer in spirit to the church’s stake academy system than to a modern college) in Logan, Utah. Brigham Young College existed in one form or another until 1926, serving some 40,000 students as high school, junior college, or normal (teacher training) college. Some of its graduates were future apostles John A. Widtsoe, Melvin J. Ballard, Hugh B. Brown,
Marriner S. Eccles, Richard R. Lyman, and Albert E. Bowen.
Brigham Young College published a little booklet of its Cheers and Songs in 1921. The booklet includes “The Star Spangled Banner” and “America,” and a “College Hymn” expressing such fervent devotion as we seldom see even in our hymn book:
Where the bright crimson banner floats free in the air,
There’s a joy in each soul that is there,
Every heart swells with pride, there’s a fire in each eye,
That tells of our love for B.Y.
Our friends oft may falter and leave us alone,
And fame is as dreams that have flown,
But the soul of our souls destined never to die
Is the Brigham Young College – B.Y.
So losing or winning we stand by her side,
Her strength is our hope and our pride;
Her life is our life and we live or we die,
In the life or the death of B.Y.
Then glory and honor be thine, B.Y.C.
Thy children bring praises to thee;
For the fervor, the hope of each student shall lie
In the watchword, “Press onward, B.Y.”
The bulk of the booklet consists of cheers to be offered during sporting events. And what football team wouldn’t be inspired to hear its supporters screaming from the sidelines such gems as:
Razzle Dazzle, Never Frazzle,
Not a thread but wool;
That’s the way we pull.
We’re out for the game,
We’ve got the stuff.
What the deuce is the matter with us,
We’re all right, we’re all right.
B.Y., B.Y., get in and fight.
With a vevo,
With a vevo,
With a vevo, vivo, vivo, vum.
Go get a rat trap, bigger than a cat trap,
Go get a rat trap, bigger than a drum.
Cannibals, cannibals, zip, boom, bah.
B.Y., B.Y., Rah! Rah! Rah!
They may have felt oh-so-naughty chanting this —
We have no yell, we have no yell,
But when we yell we yell like —
Rip Van Winkle’s little yellow pup,
B.Y., B.Y., won’t give up.
but apparently they felt no need to clean this one up —
Nigger, nigger, whole patater,
Half past alligator,
Zis bam, boom-a-gaiter,
Chic a wah dah,
B.Y., B.Y., Rah, rah, rah.
If the game is basketball, we have –
On, dear B.Y., on, dear B.Y.
Pass the ball along,
In the basket, hear the racket,
We will beat them, Rah! Rah! Rah!
On, dear B.Y., on dear B.Y.
Then the game is won,
Fight, fellows, fight, fight, fight,
We’ll win the game.
There’s even a special cheer when B.Y.C. played its arch-rival, Logan’s Agricultural College (now Utah State University) –
Soon our team will sweep into the gym,
While we give cheers for victory.
And when the game begins with poor A.C.
We well say, A.C., we weep for thee.
Poor old A.C., poor old A.C.,
How badly we are going to beat you.
We’ll win this game, add to the fame
Of our dear B.Y.C.
But the Agricultural College shouldn’t feel singled out –
Oh, Provo is a hoodoo,
And so is the U. of U.
The Aggies are a hoodoo, too.
For they’re nothin’ thro and thro.
We’ll cheer Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
And we’ll yell with all our might,
None of them can beat our B.Y. boys,
For they don’t know how to fight,.
We’ll beat them on the track and field,
We’ll beat them in the Gym.
They’ll know that they are losing
When they hear us sing our hymn.
We love our B.Y.C.
Yes, our dear old B.Y.C.
We’ll ever stand by thee,
For your old Alma Mater
In all contests you will win,
And other schools give in,
For they know that B.Y.C.
Will never fail.
So take that, you challengers. I’m sure you’ll quake in your Adidas when you hear the war cry –
Hi, Ki, Wah, Hoo.
B.Y., go through.
Hi, Ki, Zam, Bi.
Let’s go, B.Y.
Bonus points given for writing at least part of your comment as a cheer.