Ghost Dance

Words by Frances Fulkerson (Shaw), Music by A. D. Bissell

Ghosts Dance up on Indian Hill

Right near Pomona, near Pomona;

Indian maids and warriors still

Flit ‘round Pomona, ‘round Pomona.

Sigh for the learning they never sought,

Harmony Hall and battles fought,

And for the pop they never bought

Down at Pomona, at Pomona

He ne terra toma, ne terra toma.

Down they danced with one accord,

Down to Pomona, to Pomona,

Spake their shadowy chief and lord,

“We’re at Pomona, at Pomona.

Here’s the campus, here’s the spot

Where the Seniors once turned out;

Where they made things just red hot

Here at Pomona, at Pomona.”

We’ve got the brawn and the brains as well,

So says Pomona, says Pomona;

That’s what history e’er will tell

Of our Pomona, our Pomona.

All ghosts who care what the year will bring,

Join your hands and dance in a ring;

And for the dear old college sing:

“Long live, Pomona, live Pomona.”

He ne terra toma, ne terra toma.

Torchbearers

Words by Ramsay L. Harris, Music by A. D. Bissell

Drum-beats roll’d o’er the silence profound

Far above Pomona, above Pomona.

Chanting braves making echoes resound

Far above Pomona, above Pomona.

Garb’d all in feathers, each ghostly frame

Loom’d ‘gainst the embers while soft there came

Borne through the gloom like a feather of flame:

“He ne terra toma, ne terra toma”

“He ne terra toma, ne terra toma”

Southland slopes in their sunlit repose

Lie around Pomona, around Pomona.

Soft winds breathing of poppy and rose

Sigh around Pomona, around Pomona.

Stern was the promise our fathers knew,

Pine-clad ranges of misted blue,

Scent of the sagebrush and yucca that grew

High around Pomona, around Pomona.

“He ne terra toma, ne terra toma”

Ours be the faith of the builders whose dreams

Rais’d our fair Pomona, our fair Pomona.

Bear we the torch of their honor whose gleam

Blaz’d o’er fair Pomona, o’er fair Pomona.

Where bleak and barren the sagebrush roll’d

Rise green orchards of fruited gold,

Glory to those who, with vision of old

Gaz’d o’er fair Pomona, o’er fair Pomona.

“He ne terra toma, ne terra toma”

“He ne terra toma, ne terra toma”

Torchbearer recording from 1954 Glee Club, which includes the opening lines "Drum beats, drum beats, drum beats, ...".