From the Halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Triopoli; We fight our country's battles in the air, on land, and sea; First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean: We are proud to claim the title of United States Marine.
Off we go into the wild blue yonder, climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, at 'em boys, give 'em the gun. Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, off with one heck of a roar! We live in fame or go down in flame, Hey nothing will stop the U. S. Air Force.
Over Hill over dale we will hit the dusty trail as the Caissons go rolling along, For it's Hi-Hi-Hee in the field artillery, Shout out the numbers loud and strong. Till our final ride, it will always be our pride, To keep those Caissons a rolling along.
Anchors Aweigh my boys, Anchors Aweigh, Farewell to college joys we sail at break of day. Thou our last night ashore, Hail to the foam. Untill we meet once more here wishing you a happy voyage home.
