1.) Stand Navy down the field, sails set to the sky. We'll never change our course, so Army you steer shy-y-y-y. Roll up the score, Navy, Anchors Aweigh. Sail Navy down the field and sink the Army, sink the Army Grey.
2.) Get underway, Navy, Decks cleared for the fray, We'll hoist true Navy Blue So Army down your Grey-y-y-y. Full speed ahead, Navy; Army heave to, Furl Black and Grey and Gold and hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue
3.) Blue of the Seven Seas; Gold of God's great sun Let these our colors be till all of time be done-n-n-ne, By Severn's shore we learn Navy's stern call: Faith, courage, service true with honor over, honor over all.
"Anchors Aweigh" is the fight song of the United States Naval Academy, and strongly associated with the United States Navy, composed in 1906 by Charles A. Zimmerman with lyrics by Alfred Hart Miles. Royal Lovell (class of 1926 of the United States Naval Academy) later wrote what would be adopted into the song as its third verse.
Lyrics - WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME... (Mitch Miller)
1.) When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah! Oh, the men will cheer the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, |: And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. :|
2.) Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! Well, the laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow, |: And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. :|
3.) In eighteen hundred and sixty-one, Hurrah! Hurrah! That was when the war begun, Hurrah! Hurrah! In eighteen hundred and sixty-two, Both sides were falling to, |: And we'll all drink stone wine, When Johnny comes marching home. :|
4.) In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, Hurrah! Hurrah! Old Abe, he ended slavery, Hurrah! Hurrah! In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, Old Abe, he ended slavery |: And we'll all drink stone wine, When Johnny comes marching home. :|
5.) In eighteen hundred and sixty-four, Hurrah! Hurrah! Abe called for five hundred thousand more, Hurrah! Hurrah! In eighteen hundred and sixty-five, They talked rebellion--strife; |: And we'll all drink stone wine, When Johnny comes marching home. :|
1.) When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
2.) The old church bell will peal with joy, Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah! Hurrah! The village lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
3.) Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home.
4.) Let love and friendship on that day, Hurrah, hurrah! Their choicest pleasures then display, Hurrah, hurrah! And let each one perform some part, To fill with joy the warrior's heart, And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home
Lyrics - BATTLE HYMNE OF THE REPUBLIC... Julia Ward Howe
1.) Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
2.) I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps. They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps. I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His day is marching on.
3.) I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: “As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.”
4.) He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat. He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat. Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
5.) In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me. As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
6.) He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave. He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honour to the brave, So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave. Our God is marching on.
Refrain: Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, (glory) hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.
Text: Julia Ward Howe wrote the text of that march during the american civil war. Music: The actual march - the theme - was from the former popular march "John BrownÂ´s Body".
1.) Meine Augen haben die Herrlichkeit des Nahens des Herrns gesehen, Er zerstampft die Weinlese/Vergangenheit, wo die FrÃ¼chte des Zorns gelagert sind, Er hat den verhÃ¤ngnisvollen Blitz seines schrecklichen, geschwinden Schwerts entfesselt: Seine Wahrheit schreitet voran.
2.) Ich habe ihn in den Wachfeuern hunderter Feldlager gesehen, Im Tau und Dunst des Abends errichteten sie ihm einen Altar. Ich kann seinen gerechten Spruch/Strafe im Licht der trÃ¼ben und flackernden Leuchten sehen: Sein Tag schreitet fort.
3.) Ich habe eine aufwÃ¼hlende Botschaft gelesen, die in glattem Stahl eingegraben ist: „Wie Ihr an meinen NÃ¤chsten gehandelt habt, so werde ich an Euch handeln.“ Lasst den Menschensohn die Schlange unter seiner Ferse zermalmen, Denn Gott schreitet voran.
4.) Er hat in die Trompete gestoÃŸen, die nie zum RÃ¼ckzug rufen wird, Er siebt auf seinem Richterstuhl die Herzen der Menschen aus: Antworte ihm eifrig, meine Seele! Jubiliert, meine FÃ¼ÃŸe! Unser Gott schreitet voran.
5.) Im Glanz der Lilien wurde Christus jenseits des Ozeans geboren, Mit einer Herrlichkeit in der Brust, die mich und dich verklÃ¤rt: Wie er starb, Menschen heilig zu machen, lasst uns sterben, Menschen zu befreien, WÃ¤hrend Gott voranschreitet.
6.) Er kommt wie die Pracht des ersten Lichts in den Wellen, Er ist Weisheit den MÃ¤chtigen und Ehre den Tapferen; So wird die Erde sein Schemel sein und die Seelen der Ungerechten seine Diener Unser Gott marschiert voran.
1.) Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun. Take it on the run, on the run, on the run. Hear them calling you and me, Every Son of Liberty. Hurry right away, no delay, go today. Make your Daddy glad to have had such a lad. Tell your sweetheart not to pine, To be proud her boy's in line.
2.) Johnny, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, Johnny, show the "Hun" you're a son-of-a-gun. Hoist the flag and let her fly. Yankee Doodle do or die. Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit. Yankee to the ranks from the towns and the tanks. Make your Mother proud of you And the old red-white-and-blue
Refrain: |: Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over there That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming The drums rum-tumming everywhere. So prepare, say a prayer, Send the word, send the word to beware - We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back till it's over, over there. :|
1.) Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are 'round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod.
2.) Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe.
3.) Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there.
Refrain: Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your heart again, But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain.
1.) Once I heard a father ask his soldier son, "Why can't you advance like the other boys have done? You've been a private mighty long, Won't you tell me what is wrong?" And then the soldier lad Said, "Listen to me, Dad":
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army, A private has more fun, When his day's work is done; And when he goes on hikes, In ev'ry town he strikes Girls discover him And just smother him With things he likes. But girlies act so shy When colonel passes by, He holds his head so high with dignity; So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
2.) Ev'ry night you find some private in the park, Spooning on a bench where it is nice and dark: He's just as happy as can be With his girlie on his knee, But colonel never dares To mix in such affairs:
"I'd rather be a private than a colonel in the Army, A colonel out in France Can never take a chance, For though his job is great, He dare not make a date; All that he can do Is just parley-voo Then hesitate; But privates meet the ma, And then they treat the pa, And then they 'oo-la-la' with 'wee Marie'; So would you rather be a colonel with an eagle on your shoulder Or a private with a chicken on your knee?"
1.) Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join with me, each jovial blade Come, drink and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus:
2.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun, We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run We are the boys no man dares dun If he regards a whole skin.
3.) Our hearts so stout have got no fame For soon 'tis known from whence we came Where'er we go they fear the name Of Garryowen in glory.
4.) We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun, we'll make the mayor and sheriffs run, we are the boys no man dare dun, if he regards a whole skin.
5.) Our hearts so stout have got us fame, for soon 'tis known from whence we came, where're we go they dread the name, of Garry Owen in glory.
Refrain: Instead of spa, we'll drink brown ale And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to jail From Garryowen in glory.
7th Cavalry Version
1.) We are the pride of the army, And a regiment of great renown, Our name's on the pages of history, From sixty six on down. If you think we stop or falter, While into the fray we're goin' Just watch the step with our heads erect When our band plays "Garry Owen."
2.) We know no fear when stern duty Calls us far away from home, Our country's flag shall sagely o'er us wave, No matter where we roam. T'is the gallant Seventh Cavalry, It matters not where we're goin' such you'll surely say as we march away, When our band plays "Garry Owen."
3.) Then hurrah for our brave commanders! Who lead us into the fight. We'll do or die in our country's cause. And battle for the right. And when the war is o'er And to our home we're goin' Just watch the step, with our head erect, When our band plays, "Garry Owen."
Refrain: In the Fighting Seventh's the place for me. It's the cream of all the cavalry; No other regiment ever can claim It's pride, honor, glory, and undying fame.