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Favorite Patriotic Songs
GRAND OLE FLAG
(George M. Cohan)
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love;
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love;
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
(George M. Cohan)
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love;
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love;
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
MY COUNTRY, AMERICA
('Tis of Thee)
(Samuel F. Smith)
My country, 'Tis of Thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of Thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride:
From every mountainside,
Let freedom ring.
Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!
('Tis of Thee)
(Samuel F. Smith)
My country, 'Tis of Thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of Thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride:
From every mountainside,
Let freedom ring.
Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
(Woody Guthrie)
This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California,
To the New York island,
From the Redwood Forest,
To the Gulf stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking
That ribbon of highway,
I saw above me
That endless skyway,
I saw below me
That golden valley.
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled
And I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining
As I was strolling
The wheat fields waving
And the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting; a voice come chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walkin',
I saw a sign there
And that sign said no tress passin'
But on the other side
It didn't say nothin'!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city,
In the shadow of the steeple,
Near the relief office,
I see my people
And some are grumblin'
And some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking
That freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)
This land is your land,
This land is my land,
From California,
To the New York island,
From the Redwood Forest,
To the Gulf stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking
That ribbon of highway,
I saw above me
That endless skyway,
I saw below me
That golden valley.
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled
And I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
The sun comes shining
As I was strolling
The wheat fields waving
And the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting; a voice come chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I was walkin',
I saw a sign there
And that sign said no tress passin'
But on the other side
It didn't say nothin'!
Now that side was made for you and me!
In the squares of the city,
In the shadow of the steeple,
Near the relief office,
I see my people
And some are grumblin'
And some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking
That freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
GOD BLESS AMERICA
God bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her,
And guide her,
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains,
To the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam.
God bless America,
My home, sweet, home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet, home.
God bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her,
And guide her,
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains,
To the prairies,
To the oceans white with foam.
God bless America,
My home, sweet, home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet, home.
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
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 has 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!
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment seat.
Be swift my soul to answer him;
be jubilant my feet.
Our God is marching on!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on!
In the beauty of the lilies
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;
His truth is marching on!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on!
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 has 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!
He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before His judgment seat.
Be swift my soul to answer him;
be jubilant my feet.
Our God is marching on!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on!
In the beauty of the lilies
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;
His truth is marching on!
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on!
STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER
(John Philip Sousa)
Hurrah for the flag of the free!
May it wave as our standard forever,
The gem of the land and the sea;
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with mighty endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray
That by their might and by their right
it waves forever.
(John Philip Sousa)
Hurrah for the flag of the free!
May it wave as our standard forever,
The gem of the land and the sea;
The banner of the right.
Let despots remember the day
When our fathers with mighty endeavor
Proclaimed as they marched to the fray
That by their might and by their right
it waves forever.
BALLAD OF THE GREEN BERET
(Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler
and Robin Moore,
1966)
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 will 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 peak from the Green Berets.
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate.
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his 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.
(Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler
and Robin Moore,
1966)
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 will 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 peak from the Green Berets.
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate.
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his 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.
FROM THE HALLS OF MONTEZUMA
The Marines' Hymn From the Halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli
We fight our country's battles in the air on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom
and to keep our honor clean
We are proud to claim the title of
UNITED STATES MARINE.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun.
We have fought in every clime and place where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far off northern lands
and in sunny tropic scenes
you will always find us on the job
THE UNITED STATES MARINES.
Here's health to you and to our Corps which we are proud to serve.
In many a strife we've fought for life,
and never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes
They will find the streets are guarded by
THE UNITED STATES MARINES.
The Marines' Hymn From the Halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli
We fight our country's battles in the air on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom
and to keep our honor clean
We are proud to claim the title of
UNITED STATES MARINE.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun.
We have fought in every clime and place where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far off northern lands
and in sunny tropic scenes
you will always find us on the job
THE UNITED STATES MARINES.
Here's health to you and to our Corps which we are proud to serve.
In many a strife we've fought for life,
and never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes
They will find the streets are guarded by
THE UNITED STATES MARINES.
WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy,
Hurrah, hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say,
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now,
To place upon his loyal brow,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
MARCHING HOME
When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The men will cheer, the boys will shout,
The ladies they will all turn out,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
The old church bell will peal with joy,
Hurrah, hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say,
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah, hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now,
To place upon his loyal brow,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest treasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel gay,
when Johnny comes marching home.
YANKEE DOODLE
(Richard Shuckburgh)
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
There was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men,
I guess there was a million!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
(Richard Shuckburgh)
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony,
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
Father and I went down to camp
Along with Captain Gooding,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
There was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men,
I guess there was a million!
Yankee Doodle, keep it up!
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy!
WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING INOh when the saints go marching in,
Oh when the saints go marching in,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
Oh when the saints go marching in.
Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the sun refuses to shine.
Oh when the dead, in Christ shall rise,
Oh when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the dead in Christ shall rise.
Oh when the saints go marching in,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
Oh when the saints go marching in.
Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the sun refuses to shine.
Oh when the dead, in Christ shall rise,
Oh when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number
When the dead in Christ shall rise.
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNEROh! 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,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets 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
Thro' the mist of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host
In dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze,
O'er the tower 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 on 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.
And where is that band
Who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war
and the battle's confusion
A home and a country
should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out
their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save
the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight,
or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever,
When freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes
and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace,
May the Heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made
and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must,
For our cause it is just,
And this be our motto--
"In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free,
and the home of the brave.
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched
were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets 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
Thro' the mist of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host
In dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze,
O'er the tower 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 on 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.
And where is that band
Who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war
and the battle's confusion
A home and a country
should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out
their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save
the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight,
or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever,
When freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes
and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace,
May the Heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made
and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must,
For our cause it is just,
And this be our motto--
"In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner
in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free,
and the home of the brave.
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AMERICA,THE BEAUTIFUL
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 patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on Thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!