The Captain says my rifle's rusty, And I don't know but what he's right, Sure he's right If he'd inspect my pick and shovel, Pick and shovel He'd always find them shining bright. I try and try to sleep at night, But toss upon my bed, For what the General said to me Keeps ringing thru my head. Robert Crawford 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! Hear the chiefs of section calling, as we get up in the dark. Give 'er the gun now! Shove 'er, guy, into high, as the green lights flicker by. We're bound away o'er the wild Mizzouri.
We drink to those who gave their all of old Then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold. It never was worth while, So, pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile! Water runs in through a hole in the ceiling, Runs right out through a hole in the floor. From the Halls of Montezuma To the shores of Tripoli, We fight our country's battles On the land as on the sea. The Man on the Flying Trapeze 39 l. That those Caissons are rolling along. This man by name was Signor Von Slum, Tall, big, and handsome, as well made as Chum; Whene'er he appeared, the halls loudly rang With cheers from the people there.
And then she went to Kansas City, Hi! The fame and glory implied by the lyrics must have been a great impetus for enlistment. Many long years ago, Many long years ago, The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be Many long years ago. She'll Be Comin' 'Round the Mountain 58 1. For forty days and forty nights, They sailed the broad Atlantic, And when they sighted Salvador, The crew went well nigh frantic. By the roadside we stop for some hot dogs and some pop, With the caissons and hosses all gone.
Year: 412 Views Off we go into the wild blue Climbing high into the sun Here they come to meet our thunder At'em boys, giv'er the gun Down we dive our from under Off with one hell-uv-a roar We live in fame or go down in flame Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps Minds of men a of Sent it high into the blue Hands of men the asunder How they live God only knew Souls of men of to Gave us ever to soar With before and galore Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps Here's a to the host of Who love the of the sky To a we send the message Of his men who fly We to who gave all of old Then down we roar to the rainbow's pot of gold A to the host of men we the Army Air Corps Off we go into the wild sky yonder Keep the level and true If you'd live to be a gray wonder Keep your nose out of the blue Flying men our nation's borders We'll be followed by more In we on Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps. We've got to get in the race, and work at a lively pace. Copyright 1941, Army Ordnance Association, Washington, D. For sev'n long years Fve courted Nancy, Hi! I have seen and watched thy loveliness, Thou sweet Rose of Maunawili, And 'tis there the birds oft love to dwell And sip the honey from thy lips. From this valley they say you are going, We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile, For they say you are taking the sunshine That brightens our pathway awhile. And where e'er we go, you will always know That those Caissons are rolling along; Keep 'em rolling! There was a house in Baltimore, Sixteen stories high, An' every story in that house Was full of chicken pie.
A boatswain's mate fell overboard, The sharks did leap and frolic, They ate him up with relish great, But shortly died of colic. Hear the bold bugles blow amplified by radio , With the caissons and hosses all gone. During war times, the Air Corps reorganized into part of the Army Air Forces to become one stronger service. The switchman knew by the engine's moans, That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones. Arms for the love of America And for the love of every mother's son Who's depending on the work that must be done By the man, behind the man, behind the gun They're in the camps and in the training schools Now give them the tools, they've got to have tools. May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness, And ev'ry gain divine! America is sounding her alarms, WeVe got to have arms! We're bound away o'er the wild Mizzouri. For Sev'n Long Years 24 1.
Watch the guidon and we're out upon the road. He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his corporals three. Can't you hear the bugles blowing from the 'paulings in the park? I'm headin' for the Last Round-Up. Down in the deep dugouts, Etc. I've got the off horse saddled backwards, I've got the crupper round his neck; It's all so darned peculiar, But we'll get there yet, by heck! And every time they shoot it off It takes a horn of powder, And makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation louder. Let me hear you whisper that you love me, too. To us be ever near; Help us thy motto bear Thru all the years.
With your gun and your pack And your box of tack, Noncoms and cannoneers. The Sergeant says to K. If a branch of the service isn't represented at a concert, then its song can be omitted. The Air Force actually did not exist as a separate branch of the U. To start the fun With a mountain gun From the mountain battery. We're bound away o'er the wild Mizzouri.
If you want to know where the Privates were, I'll tell you where they were, I'll tell you where they were, Yes, I'll tell you where they were; Oh, if you want to know where the Privates were, I'll tell you where they were; Up to their necks in mud. Songs Sung, Red, White, and Blue: The Stories Behind America's Best-Loved Patriotic Songs. I'll run her till she leaves the rail 'Cause I'm eight hours late with that western mail. Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Because I was a Cavalry soldier. In 1914 it became known as the Aviation Section Signal Corps , then in 1918 it was called the United States Army Air Service.
With scouts before And bombers galore. Turn nighttime into daytime With the sunlight of good cheer, For it's always fair weather When good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear; For it's always fair weather When good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear; 2. Arms for the Love of America Army Ordnance Song. Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit-Bag 54 Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile, While you've a lueifer to light your fag, Smile, boys, that's the style. In the Field Artillery, Call off your numbers loud and strong! Flying men, guarding the nation's border, We'll be there, followed by more! Lawson, while they were stationed at.
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! And when the team is fighting for the Black and Gray and Gold, We're always near with song and cheer and this is the tale we're told. My Wild Irish Rose 45 My wild Irish rose, The sweetest flow'r that grows, You may search ev'rywhere, But none can compare With my wild Irish rose. Do your duty like a soldier; let the beggars know that we Are sending what's expected from the Field Artillery. Land of the Pilgrims' pride! With scouts before and bombers galore, Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps! Then you go down to the stables With your brush and currycomb. If you want to know where the Colonels were, Etc. Go to the Chief if you want to get some speed; He shuts down the shower bath and turns it into feed.