YANKEE DOODLE BOY

I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die;
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's,
Born on the Fourth of July.
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,
She's my Yankee Doodle joy.
Yankee Doodle came to London,
Just to ride the ponies,
I am a Yankee Doodle Boy.

AMERICA

My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my father died!
Land of the pilgrim's pride!
From ev'ry mountain side
Let freedom ring.

AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

YOU'RE A GRAND OLD FLAG

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.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'Neath the red, white and blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
But should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

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 hath 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.