Anchors Aweigh
(Ankaret opp)
T: George D. Lottman
M: ??
Anchors aweigh, my boys,
Anchors aweigh.
Fare well to colledge joys,
we sail at break of day-y-y-y!
Thru our last night on shore,
drink to the foam.
Until we meet once more,
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.
Stand navy down the field,
sail to the sky.
We'll never change our course,
so army you steer sky-y-y-y!
Roll up the score navy,
anchors aweigh.
Sail navy down the field.
and sink the army, sink the army grey.
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