But, victors or defeated men, you’re still the army team.
The brave old army team, the loyal army team,
The army’s hearts, the army’s hopes, are with the army team.
When you meet the rovers of the sea, and struggle hand to hand,
Remember, in that hour supreme we all behind you stand—
Let black recall our past defeats, the present struggle gray,
But victory is brightest gold, that you shall win that day.
The black, and gray, and gold, the black, and gold, and gray,
Yea! Victory shall be the prize, the black, and gold, and gray.
On the world’s rough-trampled gridiron, the battle-field of life,