| 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, promotions very slow. So we’ll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens. Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! We’ll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, Oh! To our kind old Alma Mater, our rockbound highland home. We’ll cast back many a fond regret as o’er life’s sea we roam. Until on our last battlefield the light of heaven shall glow. We’ll never fail to drink to her and Benny Havens, Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! We’ll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, Oh! May the Army be augmented, promotion be less slow. May our country in the hour of need be ready for the foe. May we find a soldier’s resting place beneath a soldier’s blow. With room enough beside our graves for Benny Havens, Oh!
Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! Oh! Benny Havens, Oh! We’ll sing our reminiscences of Benny Havens, Oh! |