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Alma Mater

Verse 1

In the hills of Appalachia,
Pointing to the sky,
Stands, beloved, our Alma Mater
Holding ideals high.


Hail to thee, our Alma Mater,
We thy praises sing.
Swell the chorus, all who love her:
Hail, all hail to King!

Verse 2

After college days we’ll cherish
Memories of thee,
Treasure ties that ne’er can perish
Formed at old K.C.

Repeat Chorus