To be safe on his sea of tears.
Air: “O’Reilly.”
The Army, The Army,
The Army’s a team that’s sure stormy,
So beat it, you sailor lads, run ’fore the wind,
When our men first blew in here
Your team was skinned.
Poor Navy, dear Navy,
Not even your anchors can save ye,
Your flukes have all stuck, but your line gave way