Parting Song (Tune: Auld Lang Syne)

Oh, brothers raise the parting song;
At last it is good-bye.
In every heart is grief to part
From men of Sigma Pi.
While time rolls on, men still must pass,
The parting hour is nigh
Oh loyal band stretch forth your hand
To men of Sigma Pi.

And brothers, when once more we meet;
Oh how shall gleam each eye,
To greet once more the friends of yore
True men of Sigma Pi.
When comes the time, as come it must,
To leave our band for aye,
In every heart shall fullest start,
The love of Sigma Pi.

Where learned: UNIVERSITY OF DETROIT ; UNION