There's a story in the clubhouse that's been told a time or two
Of the legends of the 9-19er men.
Of the many years of friendships on the fairways and the greens
And the Beavers who have led them off the tees.
Hail the 9-19er legends
And the years from whence we've come.
Hail the memories of those who've played the game
Here's a toast to 9-19ers
That their drives be straight and true
And their putts of every distance be the same.
We're poor little duffs who all swing to kill
Fore, Fore, Fore
To our wives who we keep waiting while we gather in the Grille Bored, Bored, Bored.
Gentlemen, golfers, Beavers and all
Raise your glasses and all stand tall
To the memories we all recall -
Nine-Nineteen.

[Chorus is in bold]

Lyrics by: William A. Friz June 10, 1994
Adapted to the music of “The Whiffenpoff Song”.