With the world’s great movements they have all their fortunes cast;
And when they pledge their honor they are loyal to the last.
The clan goes marching on!
Chorus: Glory to the name of Baker!
Glory to the tribe of Baker!
Glory to our grand old family!
The clan goes marching on.
Edward, Richard, John and James were fathers of our clan.
Sir John was the ambassador and George a famous man.
We have a pride in “Baker” and we’ll boost it all we can.
The clan goes marching on!
The Baker blood is mingled with the royal bloods of old.
Each century our numbers have increased a hundred fold.
Among the world’s great families our family is pure gold.
The clan goes marching on!
We have our dukes and peasants, common folk and blue bloods, too;
We greet each other with a smile and “Cousin, howdy do!”
This goes with all the Bakers and it goes with me and you.
The clan goes marching on!
The Bakers fought at Concord, Gettysburg and Waterloo;
In crusades to the Holy Land they marched as heroes do;
They died in seventeen seventy-six, and nineteen eighteen, too.
The clan goes marching on!
“Fi-dei co-ti-cu-la crux is the Baker motto true;
“The cross is the touchstone of faith” to Bakers not a few.
“Unto others as they would . . . ” that’s what the Bakers do.
The clan goes marching on!
Baker sons are loyal and our daughters true and sweet;
More noble sires and mothers you could never hope to meet.
The stories of their lives and deeds with pleasure we repeat.
The clan goes marching on.
If you claim the blood of Baker join the chorus of the clan,
In our Records and Reunions-all according to our plan.
The name to highest honors boost it every way you can.
The clan goes marching on!
