Onward

Onward roll yea sons of autumn,

through the rain, cold and the fog.

You battle on with the standard held high,

fighting for your honor on every play.

 

Onward roll yea sons of autumn,

against the heathen horde you strive.

From deep within  shall your strength derive,

remember from whence you came to find your pride.

 

Onward roll yea sons of autumn,

The clarion call has blown,

warriors of the great maize and blue assemble,

across the line the enemy is entrenched,

the blood and sweat stained uniform,

it is times like this that legends are born.

 

Onward roll yea sons of autumn,

a long maize line comes before you,

a long maize line extends behind you,

onward roll yea sons of autumn,

victors valiant, champions of the west.