The following are the traditional lyrics to two songs sung by West Point cadets, set to be made gender-neutral by superintendent Lt. Gen. Franklin "Buster" Hagenbeck this summer.
Hail, Alma Mater dear,
To us be ever near,
Help us thy motto bear
Through all the years.
Let duty be well performed,
Honor be e'er untarned,
Country be ever armed,
West Point, by thee.
Guide us, thy sons, aright,
Teach us by day, by night,
To keep thine honor bright,
For thee to fight.
When we depart from thee,
Serving on land or sea,
May we still loyal be,
West Point, to thee.
And when our work is done,
Our course on earth is run,
May it be said, 'Well Done;
Be Thou At Peace.'
E'er may that line of gray
Increase from day to day,
Live, serve, and die, we pray,
West Point, for thee.
The Corps, The Corps, The Corps
The Corps bareheaded, salute it
With eyes up thanking our God
That we of the corps are treading
Where they of the corps have trod
They are here in ghostly assemblage
The men of the corps long dead
And our hearts are standing attention
While we wait for their passing tread
We sons of today, we salute you
You sons of an earlier day
We follow close order behind you
Where you have pointed the way
The long grey line of us stretches
Through the years of a century told
And the last man feels to his marrow
The grip of your far off hold
Grip hands with us now, though we see not
Grip hands with us strengthen our hearts
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that your presence imparts
Grip hands, though it be from the shadows
While we swear as you did of yore
Or living or dying to honor
The Corps, and The Corps, and The Corps