O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain!
Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry; We'll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y.
Fighting soldiers from the sky. Fearless men who jump and die.
Well, in eighteen and fourteen we took a little trip along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
O, Columbia! the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee.
Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten, Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
Hail Columbia, happy land! Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band, Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone Enjoy'd the peace your valor won.
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 have a dream ...that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
This is an American military march. There are no lyrics to this song.
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing.
O Canada! Our home and native land! True patriot love in all thy sons command.
Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun.
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.
From North and South and East and West, The Coast Guard's in the fight.
Ring, O bells, from ev'ry steeple! Tell the story far and near.
Let martial note in triumph float And liberty extend its mighty hand A flag appears 'mid thunderous cheers, The banner of the Western land.
Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Day is done, Gone the sun, From the lakes, From the hills, From the sky.
March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free. Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory.
Over hill, over dale, As we hit the dusty trail, And the Caissons go rolling along.
Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep, Its own appointed limits keep.
There's a Star-Spangled Banner waving somewhere in a distant land so many miles away.
Heave Ho, My Lads, Heave Ho. It's A Long, Long Pull With Our Hatches Full.
This land is your land, This land is my land, From California.
From the Halls of Montezuma, To the Shores of Tripoli; We fight our country's battles.
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah!
Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony.