Cadet Life at West Point

by Hugh T. Reed

And may he bring “our godson” up

To don the Army Blue.

Chorus—

BENNY HAVENS, OH!

Come, fill your glasses, fellows, and stand up in a row,

To singing sentimentally, we’re going for to go;

In the Army there’s sobriety, promotion’s very slow,

So we’ll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, Oh!

Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh!