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SEC
POLICY REGARDING
FAN
BEHAVIOR
RAZORBACK
FAN
CODE
OF CONDUCT
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Razorback Traditions
| CALLING
THOSE HOGS
Although
historians aren't sure of the exact date, a group of Arkansas football
fans at some point during the 1920s is believed to have been the first
to "call the Hogs" during a game. In the years following, it has
growninto one of college sports' most endearing traditions, as well as
a rallying cry among Arkansas fans.
Spontaneous "hog calls" have been known to break out in airports, malls,
restaurants and hotels all across the country, especially when Arkansas
is in toen for a football bowl game or a basketball tournament game.
The words to the Hog call are simple:
"Woooooooooo,
Pig Sooie!
"Woooooooooo,
Pig Sooie!
"Woooooooooo,
Pig Sooie! Razorbacks!"
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| THE
UNIVERSITY OF ARKANSAS FIGHT SONG
One
of the first thing freshmen football players learn during two-a-day practices
is how to sing the University of Arkansas' fight song. Written in
the late 1920s, the tune has longed been popular among Razorback fans.
And for years Arkansas players huddled together in their locker room to
sing it following each victory.
When Houston Nutt took over as head coach, he began sharing that tradition
with the fans. When the Razorbacks win a home game, Nutt and the
Arkansas players gather in front of the student section and lead the singing.
Hit
that line! Hit that line! Keep on going,
Move
that ball right down the field!
Give
a cheer. Rah! Rah! Never fear. Rah! Rah!
Arkansas
will never yield!
On
your toes, Razorbacks, to the finish,
Carry
on with all your might!
For
it's A-A-A-R-K-A-N-S-A-S for Arkansas!
Fight!
Fight! Fi-i-i-ght!
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| THE
UNIVERSITY OF ARKANSAS ALMA MATER
Brodie
Payne and Henry Tovey, inspired in part by the Ozark Mountain sunrise as
it illuminated Old Main, wrote the University of Arkansas alma mater in
the early 1900s. It is played prior to every home football game.
Pure
as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty,
Watches
thy soul from the mountains of God
Over
the Fates of thy children departed,
Far
from the land where their footsteps have trod.
Beacon
of Hope in the ways dreary lighted,
Pride
of our hearts that are loyal and true; From
Those
who adore unto one who adores us--
Mother
of Mothers, we sing unto you.
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