I love to say it during marching band,
I love to see it on our uniforms,
I love to hear it from fellow classmates,
I love to touch it on my instrument,
I love to taste it in the air;
Pride!

What warmth that words brings,
What immense honor that word brings;
Pride!

"Band ten hut!"
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"Pride!"

The warmth travels from head to toe,
Warming even my bones in this cold, Wisconsin wind.
The honor that (does not go to my head but)
Holds me up in this cold, Wisconsin wind.

The honor, pride and warmth that comes with marching;
Is it enough to keep me from quitting?