The Singing Scoutmaster: Anchors Aweigh

GStand, Navy, oEmut to sea, fGight our DbattleGcry;

Cwe'll never cGhange our Dcourse, Emso viAcious foe steer sDhy-y-y-y.

GRoll out the EmTNT , GanchoDrs awGeigh.

CSail on to GvictorDy, Eand Gsink their bones to DDavy Jones, hGooray!

B7Yo-ho there Emshipmates, take the fighting B7to the far off Emseas

AYo-ho there Dmessmate, hear the wailing Aof the wild Dbanshees

DAll hands fire brands, let's D7blast them as we go

GAnchors AweEmigh, my boys, GAnchoDrs AweGigh.

CFarewell to Gforeign Dshores, We sAail at break of dDay, of day.

GThrough our last nEmight on shore, DGrink Dto the fGoam,

CUntil we mGeet once Dmore. Here's Gwishing you a Dhappy voyage Ghome!

Heave a-B7ho there Emsailor, ev'rybody B7drink up while you Emmay

Heave a-Aho there Dsailor, for you're gonna Asail at break of Dday

Drink Daway, drink away, for you D7sail at break of day so

GStand, Navy, oEmut to sea, fGight our DbattleGcry;

Cwe'll never cGhange our Dcourse, Emso viAcious foe steer sDhy-y-y-y.

GRoll out the EmTNT , GanchoDrs awGeigh.

CSail on to GvictorDy, Emand Gsink their bones to DDavy Jones, hGooray!

GBlue of theEmmighty deep: GGold Dof GodG's great sun.

CLet these ouGr colors bDe TilEml allAof time be done,Ddone, done, done.

GOn seven seas we lEmearn Navy's sterGn calDl:G

CFaith, couGrage, servDice tEmrue, WiGth honor, overDhonor, over Gall.