When We Come Marching Home
I’m not afraid to go and be a soldier, I’m not afraid my orders to obey,
I’m not afraid to cross the ocean over to fight for the dear old U.S.A.
I love my officers and soldier comrades, I love the stars and stripes that wave so free,
This dear land of my birth, is the queen of all the earth, this grand and noble land of liberty.
When we come marching home again, then you will hear this old refrain,
Here comes the boys of the U.S.A., that’s what you’ll hear the people say.
Don’t they look grand, listen to the band, marching to the tune of Dixieland,
We will be proud when they shout out loud, “Hurrah for the boys of the U.S.A.”
Our country by a foe is now in dangered [sic], she calles [sic] her sons to rally one and all,
To crush the tyrant nobly they responded, each one proud to answer duty’s call.
When by our officers we are commanded, we do what we are told with heart and vim,
The men that we have here are the kind who know no fear, th