28th Infantry Division Association

We're the 28th men and we're off to fight again For the good old USA. We're the guys who know where to strike the blow And you'll know just why after we say: Roll on, 28th! Roll on, set the pace, Hold the banners high and raise the cry, We're off to victory! Let the keystone shine right down the line For all the world to see! When we meet the foe we'll let them know We're Iron Infantry! So Roll On, 28th, Roll On!

The hundred and fourth are we, the fighting Cavalry, We hail from the Keystone State. Horse and Mechanized, our fighting guys, Whatever be their fate. We're always on our toes, and so our motto goes: It's over, under, and through. We'll ride and fight our battle through, The U.S. Cavalry!

The old grey mare, she ain't what she used to be, Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be, The old grey mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago, Many long years ago, many long years ago. Don't send my boy to the prison, Never again will he roam, He did not steal the chicken, no, The chicken just followed him home, no, The chicken just followed him home, oh. The old grey mare, she ain't what she used to be, Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be, The old grey mare, she ain't what she used to be, Many long years ago.

Rise soldier, early in the morning, When you hear the bugle call. Shine, soldier, polish up your brass, If you want a Sunday pass. Stand smartly at attention, soldier, All the livelong day; Rise, shine, say you're doing fine, In the Twenty-eighth Division way. Sing soldier, sing because you're happy, When you're marching on your way. Don't ever let them hear you sigh, Because you bid your girl goodbye. Smile soldier, smile and do your duty, Is the order of the day; Sing, smile, keep the old morale, In the Twenty-eighth Division way. Fight, soldier, fight beside your comrades, When you hear the battle call, On, soldier, on to victory, Write your gallant history. Just like your Pennsylvania fathers In a bygone day. Fight, fight, say you're doing right, In the Twenty-eighth Division way.

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, Yankee Doodle, do or die. A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam, Born on the Fourth of July. I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart, She's my Yankee Doodle joy. Yankee Doodle came to London Just to ride the ponies; I am a Yankee Doodle boy.

Old soldiers never die, never die, never die, Old soldiers never die, they just fade away. This rain will never stop, never stop, never stop, This rain will never stop, no, no, no, no, no. Old soldiers never die, never die, never die, Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.