 Down the long years of songs have come, and they remain to reawaken times long gone. For the soldiers, these songs have been a voice clear and lasting. They speak for him of all that he has felt and known, the laughter and the longing, the courage from which heroes in spring despair and hope and stubborn everlasting strength. The United States Army band and chorus bring to you from the earliest days of the nation, periods of crisis and of conflict have brought into being songs which recall times and places never to be forgotten. From the very beginning, when a nation struggled to be born hung in the balance, the songs have come, bringing with them the mood and the flavor of the time. Are worthy for mothers that give and that give, to climate's unknown discourages and steers, through oceans to devils for freedom they came, and dying between us their freedom was made. In freedom we're born and we're like sons of the brave, we'll never surrender but we're to defend us, and go on to survive if we're able to save. Come swallow your mom's worthy quarries and roar that the sons of their freedom are hammered once more, a note and no card from such fear is explained, for a host of our friends were just mothers of flame. In freedom we're born and we're like sons of the brave, we'll never surrender but we're to defend us, and go on to survive if we're able to save. Yanky Doodle went to London just to write a pony, stuck a feather in his hand and called it Macaroni. Yanky Doodle keeps it up, Yanky Doodle's handy, minds the music and the step and words the girls be handy. Yanky Doodle went to London just to write a pony, stuck a feather in his hand and called it Macaroni. Soon again in 1812 there came a time when liberty to survive had to fight, and out of this new trial came an anthem for the nation. Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light, what so proud of the twilight's glad streaming, whose bright stripes and bright stars through the perilous ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming, and the rocket's red glare, oh say does that star-spangled banner yet wave so high. For half a century the nation grew, stretched its muscles, discovered within itself a vigor and capacity for expansion, which overreached the brightest dreams of its early years. But now a storm of divisions swept over the land, threatening to crack the Union of Sunder. More names would be painfully etched into memory, Bull Run, Fixburg, Chickamauga, Antietam, Chancellorsville, Appomattox, and more songs would arise to echo in the memory of generations to come. It's ending to life, Rock. Looking for the deep revenge of blood and soil, and when our rights are threatened, the cry will tear us apart. Money to fight and spend a single spark, survive. Money to fight and spend a single spark. In Dixie, that's where I was born. On April 25th, 1898, the American warship Maine was blown up in Havana Harbour. Remember the Maine became a battle cry, and another chapter in the soldiers' book of conflict was written. Elkhony, San Juan Hill, San Diego, and this conflict too left behind its legacy of song. And the past that the soldiers all love. The mess and the place that we meet, and the dish we that like to be there, is the old fashioned white army team. Here's the bee, and we'll leave as we narrate before. The army bee, nice and clean, will stick to our beans evermore. Now the bee in its primitive place, is a plant we have all often met. And when court's been noted, has calmed we can never forget. And we'll leave as we narrate before. The army bee, nice and clean, will stick to our beans evermore. The brand new 20th century was full of promise, peace, prosperity, a confident sense of permanence. These were ours, but not to keep. This time the threat to freedom took on global proportions. The world war, they called it, and it was. It was the greatest challenge we'd ever faced. And yet, the soldier in American olive drab seemed to identify himself with songs that were sassy, brassy, and on the bounce. There were many, here are few. Over there, over there, send the word, send the word over there. That the yanks are coming, the yanks are coming, the drums are coming everywhere. You're crazy, you're so crazy, you're the only girl that I adore. With the mumma, mumma, moon-kind, over the couch there, I'll be waiting at the kitchen, kitchen, kitchen door. Back off the job, hold in your hold, keep playing and smile, smile, smile. Good bye, Broadway, hello, fans, we're 10 million strong. Good bye, sweetheart, wife, and mother, this won't make us warm. Don't you worry, if we're there, it's for you we're finding soon. So good bye, Broadway, hello, fans, we're going to square our dance to you. It's the home fire's burning one. Are you gonna keep them down at the farm after they've been buried? Are you gonna keep them away from Broadway? Are you gonna keep them away from harm? They'll never want to see your face for a while. Are you gonna keep them down at the farm after they've been buried? It's the wonder and golden old. It's the work of the man. When the war to end all wars was over, the sheer relief of it was almost too much to believe. Perhaps in truth we didn't believe it. The wild hilarity of the crazy 20s had about it an air of the force and frantic. In any case, if we had doubts in the 20s, the late 30s showed those doubts were well-founded. World War II, North Africa, Italy, Normandy, Solomon, the Gilbert, the Carolines, and Marianas. The Ardennes, the Rhine, the Elbe. My war then, the American soldier could be found in any corner of the earth. And with him went the songs. This is the army, Mr. Jones. No private rules or telephone. You had your back past this man before, what you won't have it there any more. This is the army, Mr. Green. We like to bear and climb to sleep. You had a house made to clean your sword, what you won't have to mount any more. Who wants to deal with no man? There is the army and none is no man. This is the army, Mr. Brown. Your baby went to town. He had you worried, but this is war, and you won't worry no more. Oh, they've got no time for glory in the infantry. Oh, they've got no use for praises, loudly soared. Every soldier's heart is all the infantry. Shines the name, shines the name of Roger Young. And he marched among to the everlasting glory of the infantry. Here's the story of Private Roger Young. On the island of New Georgia in the Salomon Stands a simple wooden cross for long to tell That beneath the silent coral of the Solomon Leaves the man, leaves the man remembered well Leaves the man for the many marks of love Everlasting fear in all the infantry Leaves the fear in the Private Roger Young I wouldn't give a bean to be a fancy pantomery I'd rather be a dark-faced soldier like I am I wouldn't trade my old ordeals for all the Navy'sungeries For I'm the walking pride of Uncle Sam Although the poster that I read is deadly, I'm Intel Sam Don't tear it me down to fill me over the head I'm just a dark-faced soldier with a rifle on my shoulder That I shot from castles like a superman It's just deep in my own division A dark-faced soldier's heart is all the pain A dark-faced soldier's heart is all the pain Once again, a global threat to freedom had been met and thwarted And once again, there was rejoicing Then in 1950, we called on the United Nations to act against the new aggression in the Orient And in the months and years to follow, the American soldier came to know the steep, distant hills of Korea From Korea, Edo, Mokpo The heads are up, the tests are out The arms are swinging in cadence count Sound off, one two Sound off, three four Caden count One, two, three four One, two, sing out The heads are up, the tests are out In every climate and location, amid the Cold War tensions of the 1950s The American soldier kept his teamwork sharp Three more Had a good home but you left Had a good home but you left Jそれ while声 haven you left J ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Sound off, one two Sound off, three four Caden count One, two, three four addressed Three more Had a good home but you left J ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Had a good home but you left J ㅋㅋㅋㅋJ, when you left J are continued Sound off, one two The day the challenges continue and they continue to be met the tactics the weapons the uniforms and faces have changed in today's of Valley Forge but the men and their readiness and the necessity for that readiness of not their songs still speak of things they know One day I rose to a lull and my land is away Just no man and he don't come back My heart beats me as I roam Down the long years the songs have come The songs of the soldiers voicing for him For us what he has felt and what he is It is a language clear and lasting and the poet Ethan Knox has said it well For doth not song to the whole world belong Is it not given wherever tears can fall Wherever hearts can melt or blushes glow Or mirth or sadness mingle as they flow A heritage to all