The sun riseth over the land o missippy, at 11am we RIDE
O noblemen of Kyle, o noble steeds of wellborn
To ye grave ye go, Kiffin, to ye grave, ye go
Posh!
O noblemen of Kyle, o noble steeds of wellborn
To ye grave ye go, Kiffin, to ye grave, ye go
Posh!
-Ben There/R.C.