That's Red Oak, I Said
 
                                Spring Hope and Middlesex, Coopers and Bailey:
                                We could cross swords with and bring to earth daily.
                                And Whitakers, Nashville, and Benvenue:
                                We were much more than a match for them, too.
                                For we were from Red Oak, that's Red Oak, I said,
                                Where proudly we sported the white and the red.
                                We had a spirit that few even try for;
                                Ours were the colors that others would die for;
                                For we are from Red Oak, that's Red Oak, I said,
                                And we will be proud of it till we are dead.

                                David Martin

 

 

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