Anchors aweigh, my boys
Anchors aweigh
Farewell to college joys
We sail at break of day
Through our last night ashore
Where'er we roam
Until we meet once more
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home
Heave-a ho, there sailor
Everybody drink up while you may
Heave-a ho, there sailor
For you're gonna sail at break of day
Stand Navy down the field
Sails set to the sky
We'll never change our course
So Army you steer shy
Roll up the scorе, Navy
Anchors Aweigh
Sail Navy down the field
And sink thе Army, sink the Army Grey
Get underway, Navy
Decks cleared for the fray
We'll hoist true Navy Blue
So Army down your Grey
Full speed ahead, Navy;
Army heave to
Furl Black and Grey and Gold
And hoist the Navy, hoist the Navy Blue
Blue of the Seven Seas;
Gold of God's great sun
Let these our colors be Till
All of time be done
By Severn shore we learn
Navy's stern call:
Faith, courage, service true
With honor over, honor over all
Anchors Aweigh was written by Charles Zimmermann & Alfred Hart Miles.