America, My Country ‘Tis of Thee
(September)
My country ‘tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim’s pride.
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring.
You’re A Grand Old Flag
(October)
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
Every heart beats true under red, white and blue,
Where there’s never a boast or a brag.
But should old acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the Grand Old Flag.
America the Beautiful
(November)
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.
Star Spangled Banner
(January)
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, 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
Yankee Doodle
(February)
Yankee Doodle went to town, a riding on a pony
He 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 Goodin’
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.
And there was Captain Washington upon a slapping stallion;
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.
This Land is Your Land
(April)
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 is made for you and me.
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.
God Bless America
(May)
God Bless America, land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her,
Through 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.
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