Rah, Rah, Ray, Rah, Rah, Ray, West Point West Point AR-MAY! Rah, Rah, Ray. Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah! West Point, West Point, West Point! And for the Charge yell— Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah! Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Wow, Wow, Wow. Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Wow, Wow, Wow. CHARGE! Each class elects one or more “Cheer Leaders,” but a first class Cheer Leader leads the Corps in Corps yells. In contests with outside teams the West Point team is called the “Army Team” and the Annapolis team is called the “Navy Team.” Imagine the feelings of one who graduated at the Academy prior to 1890 listening to cadet yells and to such songs (copied from the 1909 Howitzer) as the following that are now sung by the Corps in the presence of the Academic Board and other officers, to wit: _Air_: “Tipperary.” When you see that old veteran Army Team Come bounding over the ropes, And settle right down to a winning game That breaks the Navy’s hopes, It makes every genuine soldier’s heart Fill up with joy and pride. That he’s of the metal that makes the team, And that he roots on the Army side. Throughout this country far and wide, And islands far away, Each heart in blue beats hard and beats true For the Army. Chorus. Army, Army, you’re a wonder; You will snow the Middies under. Win this game without a blunder, for You’ve got to win, you’ve got to win, And _down_ that Navy, _down_ that Navy; It’s for the honor of the Army. _Air_: “Women.” For this season, the old Army Mule Has adopted the same sporting rule, Which he holds as inherited right; And that rule is “fight, fight, fight.” So the Tiger of Princeton must fall, And the Yale Bulldog taste bitter gall; While the beaten Navy Goat Must leave land and board a boat, 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 In this terrible cyclone, the Army. “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”