Spring Hope and Middlesex Coopers and Bailey, We could cross swords with and bring to earth daily. And Whitakers, Nashville and Benvenue, We were much more than a match for them, too. For we were from Red Oak, That's Red Oak, I said, Where proudly we sported the white and the red. We had a spirit that few even try for. Ours were the colors that others would die for, For we are from Red Oak, That's Red Oak, I said, And we will be proud of it 'til we are dead. David Martin