The air is filled with sorrow
In grief for people and traditions cherished.
Every Aggie feels the pang,
Torn between happy memories of bonfires past,
And the grim reality of death.
What cruel fate is this,
That has brought us to this most unwelcome place?
On the eve of annual celebration,
Instead our hearts are filled with sadness,
And its echoes do not fade.
No matter the good that bonfire has done
In the hearts of many, people will remember only this.
Dear Lord, be with our departed fellows,
And with us as well.