(PMA PMA, OH HAIL TO THEE
HYMN)
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Oh, proud and bold you stand, bright beacon of the land. Let loyal sons proclaim thy glorious name. Wherever we maybe o'er land or deep blue sea, We'll raise a song for thee, 'Cademy, oh hail to thee. |
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At every end of day, we hope and fervent pray: The honor you instill doth guide our will. May thy sons ever be men of integrity, Courage and loyalty. PMA, oh hail to thee. |
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When bells for us are rung and our last taps is sung. Let generations see our country free! Oh, lead to righteous way those solid ranks of gray. Thy virtues to display, Academy; oh, hail to thee. |
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