Our Alma Mater
Hail Alma Mater dear,
To us be ever near.
Help us thy motto bear
Through all the years.
Let Duty be well performed.
Honor be e’er untarned.
Country be ever armed.
West Point, by thee.
Teach us by day, by night,
To keep thine honor bright,
For thee to fight.
When we depart from thee,
Serving on land or sea,
May we still loyal be,
West Point, to thee.
Our course on earth is run,
May it be said, “Well done;
Be thou at peace.”
E’er may that line of gray
Increase from day to day
Live, serve, and die, we pray,
West Point, for thee.
Paul S. Reinecke, Class of 1911
The Star Spangled Banner
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light.
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming.
Whose broad stipes and bright stars, thro’ the perilous fight.
O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof thro’ the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
between their loved homes and wild war’s desolation;
Bless’d with vict’ry and peace, may the heav’n-rescued land
Praise the pow’r that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just.
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust!”
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
On Brave Old Army Team
The Army team’s the pride and dream
Of every heart in gray,
The Army line you’ll ever find
A terror in the fray;
And when the team is fighting
for the Black and Gray and Gold
We’re always near with song and cheer
And this is the tale we’re told;
The Army team
Rah Rah Rah BOOM!
On, brave old Army team,
On to the fray;
Fight on to victory,
For that’s the fearless Army way.
The Army Song
March along, sing our song
With the Army of the free.
Count the brave, count the true
Who have fought to victory.
We’re the Army and proudly proclaim:
First to fight for the right
And to build the nation’s might,
And THE ARMY GOES ROLLING ALONG,
Then it Hi! Hi! Hey!
The Army’s on its way.
Count off the cadence loud and strong.
For where’er we go, you will always know,
That THE ARMY GOES ROLLING ALONG,
And THE ARMY GOES ROLLING ALONG!
The Corps! Bareheaded salute it,
With eyes up, thanking our God —
That we of the Corps are treading
Where they of the Corps have trod —
They are here in ghostly assemblage,
the men of the Corps long dead,
And our hearts are standing attention
While we wait for the passing tread.
The Corps of today, we salute you —
The Corps of an earlier day.
We follow, close order, behind you,
Where you have pointed the way;
The long gray line of us stretches
Thro’ the years of a century told,
And the last man feels to his marrow
The grip of your far off hold.
Grip hands with us now, though we see not,
Grip hands with us, strengthen our hearts
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that you presence imparts.
Grips hands tho’ it be from the shadows —
While we swear, as you did of yore,
Or living, or dying, to honor
The Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps!
The Late Bishop H.S. Shipman