Singalong

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

Every heart beats true
'neath the Red White and Blue
Where there's never a boast nor brag
But should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag

(George M. Cohan)

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Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding 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

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

And there we saw a swamping gun
Large as a log of maple
Upon a deuced little cart
A load for father's cattle

Yankee Doodle keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy

And every time they shot it off
It took a horn of powder
And made a noise like father's gun
Only a nation louder

Yankee Doodle keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy

And there was Gen'ral Washington
Upon a slapping stallion
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

Yankee Doodle is the tune
Americans delight in
It suits for peace, it suits for fun
It suits as well for fightin'

Yankee Doodle keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy

(Trad.)

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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 has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
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

Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
His truth 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 live to make men free
While God is marching on

Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
His truth is marching on

(Trad. / Julia Ward Howe)

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I got rhythm
I got music
I got my [man/gal]
Who could ask for anything more
I got daisies
In green pastures
I got my [man/gal]
Who could ask for anything more

Ol' Man Trouble
I don't mind him
You won't find him
'Round my door
I got starlight
I got sweet dreams
I got my [man/gal]
Who could ask for anything more
Who could ask for anything more

(George Gershwin / Ira Gershwin)

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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

(Irving Berlin)