[JACK]
Here they come with the sunlight on their trumpets
Here they come with their banners flying high

[KITTY]
In my throat there's a lumpy sort of feeling

[AMY]
And a bright gleam of pride is in my eye

[KITTY]
Here they come with the clarinets a-wailing
Here they come rather bravely up the square

[JACK]
And I know in a moment I’ll be cheering

[ENSEMBLE]
And my bright Sunday hat will be high in the air
For the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band

Yes, the New Ashmolean
Could have whipped Napoleon
With all those deadly instruments in hand
[JACK]
There are some who favor
The philharmonic flavor
But to me the finest in the land

[ENSEMBLE]
Is the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band

[JACK]
Though they march just a little out of tempo
Though they play just a trifle out of tune

[WOMEN]
Though there’s just a suggestion in the oboe
Of the sound of a hound beneath the moon

[ENSEMBLE]
Though the trombone's a little independent
And the drummer is not exactly choice
Still the old college spirit is upon me
And I shout every time at the top of my voice
For the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band
If you're analytical, sensitive, or critical
You'll like it more the farther back you stand

[JACK]
But to me it's bully
It satisfies me fully
When I hear that thunder close at hand

[ENSEMBLE]
From the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band

[ENSEMBLE, spoken]
Hooray!