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Verse: March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free.
Chorus
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Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory.
We’re the Army and proud of our name!
We’re the Army and proudly proclaim:
First to fight for the right,
And to build the Nation’s might,
And The Army Goes Rolling Along.
Proud of all we have done,
Fighting till the battle’s won,
And the Army Goes Rolling Along.
Refrain: Then it’s hi! hi! hey!
The Army’s on its way.
Count off the cadence loud and strong;
For where’er we go,
You will always know
That The Army Goes Rolling Along.
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America The Beautiful
03:26
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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!
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Yellow Rose of Texas
02:19
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World War I Medley
02:43
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We Are With You
03:00
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
In the beauty of the little Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
Amen!
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Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage deep, from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
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On, Brave Old Army Team
01:21
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The Army team's the pride and dream
Of every heart in gray.
The Army line you'll ever find
A terror in the fray.
And when the team is fighting
For the Black and Gray and Gold,
We're always near with song and cheer
And this is the tale we're told: *
The Army team
Rah! Rah! Rah! Boom!
Chorus:
On, brave old Army team!
On to the fray.
Fight on to victory
For that's the fearless Army way.
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This Is the Army
01:36
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Honey Baby
01:57
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Lift your head and hold it high, honey
Lift your head and hold it high, baby
Lift your head and hold it high
The Fifth Marines are passing by, honey, baby mine.
I don't want a B.A.R., honey
I don't want a B.A.R., baby
I don't want a B.A.R.
I'll get me a babe with a candy bar, honey, baby mine.
The Captain's got a heavy pack, honey
The Captain's got a heavy pack, baby
The Captain's got a heavy pack
Oh, Lord I hope it breaks his back, honey, baby mine.
Don't want hashmarks on my sleeve, honey
Don't want hashmarks on my sleeve, baby
Don't want hashmarks on my sleeve
All I want's a ten year leave, honey, baby mine.
You don't have to call me Sarge, honey
You don't have to call me Sarge, baby
You don't have to call me Sarge
All I want's a quick discharge, honey, baby mine.
The WACS and WAVES will win the war, honey
The WACS and WAVES will win the war, baby
The WACS and WAVES will win the war
So what the heck are we marching for, honey, baby mine.
Lift your head and hold it high, honey
Lift your head and hold it high, baby
Lift your head and hold it high
The Fifth Marines are passing by, honey, baby mine.
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Blood on the Risers
05:13
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Bless'Em All
02:54
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Dixie Medley
04:42
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Star Spangled Banner
01:15
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Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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