Decked with shady palms and trees,
Fringed with rich mahoganies,
There beneath a glowing sky,
St. John’s up rears her crest on high.

Chorus:
Praise St. John your Patron Saint,
And lest in deed or word you taint,
Your Alma Mater’s ancient name,
Johnians! Always play the game.

Christian lore she gives her boys,
Ever prizing heavenly joys,
Her highest pride a noble mind,
Her Greatest joy a heart that’s kind.