Words by M.E. Coleman, Chicago 1898; Music by E.S. Smith, Chicago ’08
Hark! thru the night comes a sound of voices,
raised by a loyal and lusty crew.
The Sigs are marching and chanting praises
Of friendship lasting, of hearts so true;
And as we march along we’ll sing a song;
In praise of dear old Sigma Chi!
We’ll sing that grand old song “A Sig I Am”
A Sig I’ll be until I die.