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Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What tho the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching Onward to Victory.
Nothing beats that...
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
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