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Post by Charity on Oct 11, 2004 10:47:21 GMT -5
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Post by Charity on Oct 14, 2004 10:08:56 GMT -5
The Old Timer's Page This is a great link about "the old days" with oodles of neat information about the 1800's and 1900's and so much more. Cool site, check it out! waltonfeed.com/old/index.html
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Post by Charity on Nov 18, 2004 10:06:53 GMT -5
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Post by Charity on Nov 18, 2004 10:10:26 GMT -5
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Post by Charity on Nov 18, 2004 10:13:46 GMT -5
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 20:54:52 GMT -5
America the Beautiful - 1913 Lyrics by Katherine Lee Bates
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, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self the country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine!
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!
O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life ! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free!
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 Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 20:56:23 GMT -5
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Julia Ward Howe
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.
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.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God 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; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God 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, While God is marching on.
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 20:57:21 GMT -5
Grand Ole Flag
by 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
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 20:59:28 GMT -5
US Air Force Anthem (Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder)
Off we go into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder, At'em boys, giv'er the gun!
Down we dive spouting our flames from under,
Off with one hell-uv-a roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame,
Nothing'll stop the US Air Force!
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder
Sent it high into the blue
Hands of men blasted the world asunder,
How they live God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings ever to soar,
With scouts before and bombers galore,
Nothing can stop the US Air Force!
Here's a toast to the host of those
Who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send the message
Of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast the US Air Force.
Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true!
If you'd live to be a gray haired wonder,
Keep your nose out of the blue!
Flying men guarding our nation's boarders,
We'll be there followed by more,
In echelon we carry on!
Nothing'll stop the US Air Force!
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:00:36 GMT -5
US Army Anthem (The Caissons Go Rolling Along)
Words and Music by Major Edmund L. Gruber - 1907
Over hill, over dale
As we hit the dusty trail,
And the Caissons go rolling along.
In and out, hear them shout,
Counter march and right about,
And the Caissons go rolling along.
Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where e'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along.
In the storm, in the night,
Action left or action right
See those Caissons go rolling along
Limber front, limber rear,
Prepare to mount your cannoneer
And those Caissons go rolling along.
Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where e'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along.
Was it high, was it low,
Where the hell did that one go?
As those Caissons go rolling along
Was it left, was it right,
Now we won't get home tonight
And those Caissons go rolling along.
Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where e'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along.
That the Caissons go rolling along.
That the Caissons go rolling along.
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:01:32 GMT -5
US Navy Anthem (Anchors Away)
Words And Music: Capt. Alfred H. Miles U.S.N. and Charles A. Zimmerman (1907)
Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more:
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.
Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry;
We'll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh.
Sail on to victory
And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray!
Stand Navy, down the field,
Sail set to the sky
We'll never change our course
So Army you steer shy-y-y-y
Roll up the score Navy
Anchors Aweigh
Sail, Navy, down the field,
And sink the Army, sink the Army gray.
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:04:02 GMT -5
The Unknown Soldier
There's a grave right near the White House Where the Unknown Soldier lies And the flowers there are sprinkled With the tears of mothers' eyes.
I stood there not so long ao With roses for the grave When suddenly I thought I heard A voice speak from the grave.
"I am the Unknown Soldier" The spirit voice began, "And I think I've got a right To ask some questions, man to man.
Are my buddies taken care of? Was their victory so sweet? Is that big reward you promised, Selling pencils in the street?
Did they really win the freedom That they battled to achieve? Do you still respect the Croix de Guerre Above that empty sleeve?
Does the gold star in the window Now mean anything t all? I wonder how my old gal feels When she hears the bugle call?
And that baby that sang 'Hello Central, give me to No Man's Land;' Can they replace her daddy With a military band?
I wonder if the profiteers Have satisfied their greed? I wonder if the soldier's mother Ever is in need?
I wonder if the kings Who planned it all are satisfied? They played their game of checkers And eleven million died!
Oh, I'd like to see their faces When they reach the Devil's door, But even down in Hell There is no torture such as war.
I am the Unknown Solder And maybe I died in vain, But if I were alive and my country called I'd do it all over again."
Circa 1926
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:04:49 GMT -5
The Marines Song
From the Halls of Montezuma To the shores of Tripoli We fight our country's battles On the land as 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. 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 find us always 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 United States Marines.
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:07:09 GMT -5
I'm Thankful To Be an American
I am thankful to be an American,
To live in the greatest land of all.
In a nation blessed, it's the very best,
I can stand with my head up tall.
I am thankful to be an American,
To be born in a land that's free.
I am thankful to God for allowing me to be,
An American.
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Post by SLF on Nov 19, 2004 21:08:09 GMT -5
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.
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