The Fearmongerer
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- Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
- Climbing high into the sun;
- Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder,
- At them boys, Give 'er the gun! (At 'em now, Give 'em the gun! now)
- Down we dive, spouting our flame from under
- Off with one helluva roar!
- We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!
- Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!
- 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'll stop the Army Air Corps!
- 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 we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
- A toast to the host of men we boast, the Army Air Corps!
- 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'll stop the Army Air Corps!
