“Yard By Yard”
Come all ye sons of Williams sing,
As we march on the field,
Cheer till the hills and valleys ring,
There’s never a thought to yield.
We’ll back the team thro’ every game,
With them in every play,
Fling out the purple, hail!
For once again comes Williams’ day.
Yard by yard we’ll fight our way
Thro’ Amherst’s line,
Every man in every play,
Striving all the time.
Cheer on cheer will rend the air,
All behind our men.
And we’ll fight for dear old Williams
And we’ll win and win again.