When Johnny Comes Marching Home, Over There, The Marine Hymn, The Air Force Song, Anchors Aweigh, The Army Song, and Semper Paratus (Coast Guard Song)
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we'll shout hurrah, when Johnny comes marching home.
Over there, over there. Send the word, send the word over there. That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, The drums are rum-tumming everywhere. So prepare (echo), say a prayer (echo) Send the word, send the word to beware.We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back till it's over, over there.
From the Halls of Montezuma, To the Shores of Tripoli; We will 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.
Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun; Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! Down we dive, spouting our flames from under, Off with one terrible roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!
Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh. Farewell to foreign shores, We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay. Through our last night ashore, Then to the foam, Until we meet once more, Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.
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.
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.
We're always ready for the call, We place our trust in Thee. Through surf and storm and howling gale, High shall our purpose be. "Semper Paratus" is our guide, Our fame, our glory too. To fight to save or fight and die, Aye! Coast Guard we are for you!
Patriotic Festival I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Yankee Doodle, do or die, A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam, Born on the Fourth of July.
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart, She's my Yankee Doodle joy. Yankee Doodle came to London, Just to ride the ponies, I am the Yankee Doodle Boy.
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.
This land is your land, This land is my land,
From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me.
I am a Yankee Doodle Boy.
Show Me How I am small, I’m just a child, I’m still learning right from wrong.