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白星逐日

Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sky;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun now!)
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one hell of a roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
Sent it high into the blue;
Hands of men blasted the world asunder;
How they lived God only knew! (God only knew then!)
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings, ever to soar!
With scouts before And bombers galore. Hey!
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

Bridge: "A Toast to the Host"

Here's a toast to the host
Of those who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
Then down they soared to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast, the U.S. Air Force!

Zoom!

Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true;
If you'd live to be a grey-haired wonder
Keep the nose out of the blue! (Out of the blue, boy!)
Flying men, guarding the nation's border,
We'll be there, followed by more!
In echelon we carry on. Hey!
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!

白星逐日

From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli,
We fight our country's battles in the air, on land and 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.


Our Flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun.
We have fought in every clime and place, where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far off northern lands and in sunny tropic scenes,
You will find us always on the job, the United States Marines.


Here's health to you and to our Corps, which we are proud to serve.
In many a strife we've fought for life and never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes,
They will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines.

注：二战时驻扎在冰岛的陆战队添加这一段：
Again in nineteen forty-one, we sailed a north'ard course
and found beneath the midnight sun, the Viking and the Norse.
The Iceland girls were slim and fair, and fair the Iceland scenes,
and the Army found in landing there, the United States Marines.

白星逐日

Caisson/Artillery version
Verse:

Over hill, over dale
As we 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.
Refrain:

Then it's hi! hi! hee!
In the field artillery,
Shout out your numbers loud and strong,
For where e'er you go,
You will always know
That the Caissons go rolling along.
Verse:

In the storm, in the night,
Action left or action right
See those Caissons go rolling along
Limber front, limber rear,
Prepare to mount your cannoneer
And those Caissons go rolling along.
(Refrain)
Verse:

Was it high, was it low,
Where the hell did that one go?
As those Caissons go rolling along
Was it left, was it right,
Now we won't get home tonight
And those Caissons go rolling along.
(Refrain)

Army version
Intro:

March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free
Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory
We’re the Army and proud of our name
We’re the Army and proudly proclaim
Verse:

First to fight for the right,
And to build the Nation’s might,
And The Army Goes Rolling Along
Proud of all we have done,
Fighting till the battle’s won,
And the Army Goes Rolling Along.
Refrain:

Then it’s Hi! Hi! Hey!
The Army’s on its way.
Count off the cadence loud and strong (TWO! THREE!)
For where e’er we go,
You will always know
That The Army Goes Rolling Along.
Verse:

Valley Forge, Custer’s ranks,
San Juan Hill and Patton’s tanks,
And the Army went rolling along
Minute men, from the start,
Always fighting from the heart,
And the Army keeps rolling along.
(Refrain)
Verse:

Men in rags, men who froze,
Still that Army met its foes,
And the Army went rolling along.
Faith in God, then we’re right,
And we’ll fight with all our might,
As the Army keeps rolling along.
(Refrain)

白星逐日

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"
(CHORUS)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!
"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high,
His comrades then were heard to say: "A helluva way to die!"
He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
(CHORUS)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper suit,
He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And he ain't gonna jump no more
(CHORUS -- slowly, solemnly)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

天下浪子

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白星逐日

Forest Rangers' Song
When we rangers ride the trail / In sunshine, wind or snow or hail
We're always ready / We're true and steady.
There's a friendly laugh, a joke, / We're cheery until we see a smoke,
And then we'll fight, sir, / To get it right, sir.
We never leave a fire till no spark is to be seen;
Our job's to guard the timber, keep the forest green.
chorus:
We're all pals together, /Comrades, birds of a feather
Rootin' pals, tootin' pals, / Ridin' pals, fightin' pals.
In rain or sunshine.
Pals!  Say there brother, / Pull for each other --
Always play the game, fight the flame
For we all belong to the Forest Rangers
Man to man.
(from Service Bulletin, vol. 16, no. 23, June 6, 1932)
________________________________________

Our mimeographed copy of the following song has a handwritten note that says, "I don't know why or when the name was changed to "The Lucky Ranger." Originally just "Ranger's Song."" (Sorry, we don't know who the "I" is!)
The Lucky Ranger
by P.S. Lovejoy
(tune: Johnnie and Frankie)
O once there was a ranger / Who always did his best
He wore the Service uniform / And a badge upon his vest
He had no interest / Save in his forest.
He had his breakfast early / Two hours before daylight
He hit the trail at sun-up / And kept it up till night
And half the night / He'd read and write.
O he was in demand / When trouble was in sight
For he could run a Whizzer / And he could also fight
Hell or high water / It was all right.
His pride was that he knew / His work from A to Z
From Abies to zylem / The Manual and sub E
And every part / He knew by heart
His mind was automatic / He never liked debate
He never hesitated / And never was too late
He could not make / A mistake.
He thought the world was skookum / But asked two things from life
That he should own a forest / And that he find a wife
For to marry / Was necessary.
One day a tourist's daughter / Got lost out in the brush
The 'phoned in to the Ranger / And he was there with a rush
They needn't worry / For he would hurry.
He tracked her down a canyon / And up a mountain side
And if he hadn't found her / She certainly would have died
But she was plucky / And that was lucky.
For when the ranger saw her / A great big grizzly bear
Had run her up on a pile of rocks / And he was a-keeping her there
And now the Ranger / Was in great danger.
But the Ranger ran right up / And pulled his forty-five
And the air turned blue with the smoke of it / But the bear was still alive
The fighting / Was exciting.
The Ranger's guns were empty / So he pulled his Bowie knife
For the bear was coming for him / And he had to save his life
And for a fight / That was all right.
But the Ranger he was losing / For he didn't have the weight
The girl saw things were desperate And she was most too late
But she was coming / And coming running.
The bear was bleeding badly / But the Ranger was all in
When the bear hit him an awful smash / And it looked just like a win
But in a clem / Cherche la femme.
The bear reached for the Ranger / Who had fainted with the shock
When the girl ran a hairpin down his ear / And beaned him with a rock
The with the knife / She took his life.
The Ranger's leg was broken / But they had to get outside
So the girl she carried him fifteen miles / And all the way she cried
For she was sad / And also glad.
She nursed the ranger well / And then one moonlight night
He said, "My dear, I love you / You certainly can fight
You saved my life / Please be my wife."
"O yes indeed", she answered / "But you certainly were slow
I'd rather marry a Ranger / Than any man I know
And I'd rather marry you / Than carry you."
"But we will have to wait, dear / For a while at least I fear
For I have no Ranger Station / And it may take me a year
The Supervisor / Is a miser."
"No!  I can't wait so long / And anyway don't you care
We will get married tomorrow / For Pa is a millionaire
Pick out your forest / And get the best."
Well he thought of the old Uinta / And the Routt and the Medicine Bow
The Blackfeet and the Coeur d'Alene / The Crook and the Durango
But they all had / Too blamed much snow.
He thought of the Uncompahgre / The Gila and the Kern
The Modoc and the Klamath / But he was afraid they'd burn
And also / The Ochoco.
He wanted to make certain / There should be no mistake
So he took a trip to the Kootenai / And then to the Fishlake
And the Lolo / And the Mono.
The Leadville was too high / The Kansas was too low
So he passed up all of District Two / And still was on the go
To look still more / Became a chore.
But he said, "I am a Ranger / And the forest is my home
I must find one that suits me / And until then I must roam
It will be fun / To own one."
He went to the Pacific / And climbed up Mount Ranier
He looked around all Puget Sound / And then he said "I fear
That each is rainier / Than Ranier."
The Datil was too dry / The Chelan was too wet
The Inyo was awful dry / The Chugach wetter yet
In melancholy / He slipped his trolley.
Year after year he wandered / Till he forgot his wife
To find a perfect forest / He gave up all his life
He never knew that / He could not do that.
(pitch in minor)
Out in the scaler's cabins / Nights when the wind is high
The Scalers tell each other / "There's that Ranger goin' by
Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
Days when the fires are working / And there isn't any sky
And there is no grub or water / They here him goin' by
"Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
Noons when the crew finds water / And the cigaretts are made
They damn their job and the party chief / But they do not want to trade
"Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
Up at the Lookout Station / With his heliograph and phone
The Lookout talks to the Guards below / And they say "He's all alone
Poor cuss / He envies us."
"When the Beartrap District Ranger / Meets up with the one below
They damn the Supervisor / But they let the other know
"Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
When the Utah Supervisor / Meets one from District Three
They damn the District Foresters / But in this they agree
"Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
When the District Heads foregather / To hear the Big Chief tell
What they have next to tend to / They all think "Go to hell
But the poor cuss / He's worse off than us"
(back to major)
The Swartzwald suits the German / The Zielwald suits the Swiss
The Brittish like the Punjab / And it all comes down to this
"Poor cuss / Worse off than us."
And some folks like the hardwoods / And some prefer the pine
and some folks like the mixed woods / And I like spruce in mine
"My forest / Is always best."
And some folks like forests level / And some prefer them rough
And some want a little and some want lots / And each is good enough
"My forest / Is always best.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat / Far fields are always green
The other fellow has a snap / The Boss is always mean
O hell / It's just as well.

白星逐日

Put on your boots, boots, boots
And parachute-chutes-chutes
We're going up, up, up
And coming down, down, down.


We're All American and proud to be
for we're the soldiers of liberty.
Some ride their gliders to the enemy.
Others are sky paratroopers.


We're All American and fight we will,
'Til all the guns of the foe are still.
Airborne from skies of blue,
We're coming through, Let's Go!


Put on your boots, your parachutes,
Get all those gliders ready to attack today.
For we'll be gone into the dawn,
To fight them all the 82d way, hey!