Georgetown University

Georgetown University is a private Jesuit research university in the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington, D.C., United States. Founded by Bishop John Carroll in 1789 as Georgetown College, it is the oldest Roman Catholic institution of higher education in the United States.

Utraque Unum (motto)



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 * It’s been so long since last we met, Lie down forever, lie down; Or have you any money to bet, Lie down forever, lie down.
 * Anonymous, first verse of "There Goes Old Georgetown," the fight song of Georgetown University. The song is an amalgamation of three different songs written in 1913, 1915, and 1930, and the author(s) and the source of the original union of the three are all unknown.


 * There goes old… Georgetown, Straight for a… touchdown, See how they… gain ground, Lie down forever, lie down, Lie down forever, lie down.
 * Anonymous, chorus of "There Goes Old Georgetown," the fight song of Georgetown University.


 * Rah! Rah! Rah! Hurrah for Georgetown, Cheer for victory today. ‘Ere the sun has sunk to rest, In the cradle of the West, In the clouds will proudly float The Blue and Gray.
 * Anonymous, "There Goes Old Georgetown," the fight song of Georgetown University.


 * We’ve heard those loyal fellows up at Yale Brag and boast about their Boola-Boola. We’ve heard the Navy yell; We’ve listened to Cornell; We’ve heard the sons of Harvard tell How Crimson lines could hold them. Choo Choo, Rah Rah, dear old Holy Cross; The proud old Princeton tiger Is never at a loss. But the yell of all the yells, The yell that wins the day, Is the “HOYA, HOYA SAXA!” For the dear old Blue and Gray.
 * Anonymous, "There Goes Old Georgetown," the fight song of Georgetown University.


 * There goes old… Georgetown, Straight for a… rebound, See how they… gain ground, Lie down forever, lie down, Lie down forever, lie down.
 * Anonymous, second chorus of "There Goes Old Georgetown," the fight song of Georgetown University.

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 * All in all, finals come and go with much less fanfare than Alex imagined. It's a week of cramming and presentations and the usual amount of all-nighters, and it's over. The whole college thing in general went by like that. He didn't really have the experiences everyone else has, always isolated by fame or harangued by security. He never got a stamp on his forehead on his twenty-first birthday at the Tombs, never jumped in Dahlgren Fountain. Sometimes it's like he barely went to Georgetown, merely powered through a series of lectures that happened to be in the same geographical area.
 * Casey McQuiston, Red, White and Royal Blue (2019), New York: St. Martin's Griffin, hardcover first edition, p. 161