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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