Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more. Here’s wishing you a happy voyage home
Bell bottom trousers
Coats of Navy Blue.
He’ll climb the riggin’
Like his daddy used to do.
My dad was on the Enterprise in WWII. He was 18 years old. I recently got out the flag that covered his casket, and there was a pic of him my Mother had put in there, him in his sailor uniform. He looked young and scared!! Of course I’m looking at it as an old woman who has grandchildren older than he was then!!