[Verse 1]
Here they come with the sunlight on the trumpets
Here they come with the banners flyin' high
In my throat I've a lumpy sort of feelin'
And a bright gleam of pride is in my eye
Here they come with the clarinets a-wailin'
Here they come rather bravely up the square
And I know in a moment I'll be cheering
And my fine Sunday hat will be high in the air

[Chorus]
For the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band

[Bridge]
Yes, the New Ashmolean could have beat Napoleon
With all those deadly instruments in hand
There are those who favor the philharmonic flavor
But to me the finest in the land

[Chorus]
Is the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band
[Verse 2]
Though they march only slightly out of tempo
Though they play just a trifle out of tune
Though there's just a suggestion in the oboe
Of the sound of a hound beneath the moon
Here they come with their mighty, mighty tuba
Here it comes like a badly wounded steer
But the old college spirit is upon me
And I shout and I cheer as he brings up the rear

[Chorus]
For the New Ashmolean
Marching Society and Students'
Conservatory Band

[Bridge]
If you're analytical, musical, or critical
You'll like it more the farther back you stand
But to me it's bully, it satisfies me fully
When I hear that thunder close at hand

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