“Over hill, over dale We have 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. For its hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery, Shout out your numbers loud and strong, And where eer you go, You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along.” Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh. Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-a y-ay-ay. Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam, Until we meet once more, Heres wishing you a happy voyage home! From the Halls of Montezuma To the Shores of Tripoli; We fight our countrys 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 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! (Give er the gun no w!) Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one helluva roar! We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey! Nothingll stop the U.S. Air Force! From North and South and East and West, The Coast Guards in the fight. Destroying subs and landing troops, The Axis feels our might. For were the first invaders, On every fighting field. Afloat, ashore, on men and Spars, Youll find the Coast Guard shield.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 02:22:57 +0000
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