In the spirit of Henry V.
Oh that we now had here But one of those hundreds of other men, Who signed with another school than UGA.
Oh that we now had here
But one of those hundreds of other men,
Who signed with another school than UGA.
What's he that wishes so?
That hack Jeff Schultz? No, my fellow Dawgs,
If we are chosen to lose, its happened enough
To do our alma mater loss; but if to win
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Uga's Will! I pray thee, wish not one loss more.
By Dawg, I am not covetous of crystal footballs,
Nor care I who does gloat upon my choice.
It bothers me not if fans my colors wear;
Such fair-weather things matter not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet those wins,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, my team, wish no other man here from Georgia.
Uga's Peace! I would not risk so great an honor
As a single loss more would take from me
For the title hope we have. Oh I cannot take one more.
Rather, let it be known, throughout this locker room
That he who does not wish to play,
Let him go, and watch in Athens with a beer.
I'll buy his first round, to get him out of here;
We will not play in that man's company
As he is scared to fight alongside us.
Today is the World's Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party!
He who goes onto that field, and returns in triumph
Will proudly stand when this day remembered
And rise upon mention of the Cocktail Party.
He that shall play upon this field, and return
To the foothills of the Nor'east Georgia Mounts
Will yearly on the day before this day
Proclaim this very Cocktail Party.
And then he will take his unsold jersey
And say, I wore this in that very game.
Some men forget, as we all forget
But you all will remember every detail of every play.
And as the Cocktails are poured, in preparation
Of the next Party, our names will be invoked again:
Richt the Coach, Murray and Green,
Houston and Boykin, Sturdivant and Munzenmaier.
Bulldawgs will tell their kids this story
Of this Cocktail Party, when the streak reversed.
And we in it shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few, we band of Bulldawgs;
For he today, that plays with his heart
Shall forever be a member of this team.
This day will memorialize you men.
And those who chose another school
Shall curse themselves for not being here,
And listen with regret the tales of what
Will happen at this W-L-O-C-P!