(Words And Music: Capt. Alfred H. Miles U.S.N. and Charles A. Zimmerman - 1907)
Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more:
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.
Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry;
We'll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh.
Sail on to victory
And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray!
Stand Navy, down the field,
Sail set to the sky
We'll never change our course
So Army you steer shy-y-y-y
Roll up the score Navy
Sail, Navy, down the field,
And sink the Army, sink the Army gray.
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