THIS IS MY COUNTRY
This is my country, land of my birth. This is my country, grandest on earth. I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold, this is my country to have and to hold. Solo- What difference if I hail from North or South, or from the East or West? My heart is filled with love for all of these. I only know I swell with pride and deep inside of me I thrill to see Old Glory paint the breeze. This is my country, land of my birth. This is my country, grandest on earth. I pledge thee my allegiance, America, the bold, this is my country to have and to hold.
YANKEE DOODLE
Yankee Doodle went to town a-ridin’ on a pony; he stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step and with the girls be handy. Solo- 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. Solo – 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.
HAIL TO THE PRESIDENTS
Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the chiefs.
Long ago we fought to be governed independently. But the people had a need, a person they could ask to lead. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the chiefs. Washington was just the man to start the nation with a plan, to choose a person for the role, a president to meet the goal. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the chiefs. Thanks to our election days, history will show the ways presidents have come and gone, their legacies to carry on. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the presidents. Hail to the chiefs. Hail to the chiefs.
YOU’RE A 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 for the Red, White and Blue, where there’s never a boast or brag. But should auld acquaintance be forgot, keep your eye on the grand old flag.
THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
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. 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.
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.
AMERICA
My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims’ pride, from ev’ry mountain-side let freedom ring!
ARMED FORCES MEDLEY
Hail to the Army! Over hill, over dale we shall hit the dusty trail, and those caisons go rolling along. Up and down, In and out, listen to the doughboys shout, as those caisons go rolling along. Oh its high high hee in the field artillery. Call out your numbers loud and strong; so where’er we go, you will always know that those caissons go rolling along. Keep ‘em rollin’ That those caisons go rolling along. Hail to the Navy! Anchors aweigh, my boys, anchors aweigh. Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-a-a-ay. Through our last night on shore, anchors aweigh. Until we meet once more, here's wishing you a happy voyage home! Hail to the Marines! From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli, we will fight our country's battles on the land and on the sea. First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean. We are proud to claim the title of United States Marines! Hail to the Air Force! Off we go into the wild blue yonder, climbing high into the sun. Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder, at ‘em, boys, giver’er the gun! Give ‘er the gun! Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, off with one heck of a roar. We live in fame or go down in flame. Nothing 'll stop the U.S. Air Force! Hail to the Coast Guard! So here’s the Coast Guard marching song, we sing on land or sea. 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! Army! Navy! Marines! Air Force! Coast Guard! Defenders of our liberty.
GOD BLESS THE U.S.A.
If tomorrow all the things were gone, I'd worked for all my life. And I had to start again, to build a brand new life. I'd thank my lucky stars, to be livin' here today. 'Cause the flag still stands for freedom, and they can't take that away. And I'm proud to be an American, were at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me. And I gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today. 'Cause there is no doubt I love this land, God Bless the USA.
I'm proud to be an American, were at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died who gave that right to me. And I gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today. 'Cause there is no doubt I love this land, God Bless the USA.