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Full credit given to\u00a0 Women’s Army Corps Veterans Association<\/a> for all content on this page.<\/span><\/h2>\n

Songs<\/h2>\n

A legend in your own time <\/a><\/span>
\nAir Force Song, The <\/a><\/span>
\nArmy Song (Caissons Go Rolling Along) , The <\/a><\/span>
\nBless ‘Em All <\/a><\/span>
\nBombed <\/a><\/span>
\nCoast Guard – Semper Paratus, The <\/a><\/span>
\nDuty – WAC Song <\/a><\/span>
\nFt. Des Moines (Oglethorpe) WAC Song <\/a><\/span>
\nGee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home <\/a><\/span>
\nI’ve Got Six Pence (WAC Version)<\/a><\/span>
\nI’m homeward bound<\/a><\/span>
\nInfantry, The<\/a><\/span>
\nJust for Fun<\/a><\/span>
\nK. P.’s are Scrubbing Away (WAC Version), The<\/a><\/span>
\nK-K-K-K- P <\/a><\/span>
\nMarching Along Together <\/a><\/span>
\nMarine Hymn, The <\/a><\/span>
\nNavy – Anchors Aweigh, The <\/a><\/span>
\nOh Me! Oh My! That Ain’t G. I. <\/a><\/span>
\nSalute to the WAC<\/a><\/span>
\nSong of the Women’s Army Corps <\/a><\/span>
\nTags that Jingle, Jangle, Jingle <\/a><\/span>
\nThis is the Army <\/a><\/span>
\nWAC Thanks for the Memory <\/a><\/span>
\nWACs Pledge of Allegiance <\/a><\/span>
\nWe Ain’t Gonna Get No Gigs No More <\/a><\/span>
\nWe’ll be Good Soldiers <\/a><\/span>
\nWe’re in the Army Now <\/a><\/span>
\nWe’re the Women’s Army Corps <\/a><\/span>
\nYou’re in the Army Now <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

The Army Song<\/span><\/a>
\nOver hill, over dale,<\/span>
\nAs we hit the dusty trail,<\/span>
\nAnd those caissons go rolling along.<\/span><\/p>\n

In and out, hear them shout,<\/span>
\n\u201cCounter march and right about\u201d<\/span>
\nAnd the caissons go rolling along.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then it\u2019s Hi! Hi! Hee! In the Field Artillery<\/span>
\nShout out your numbers loud and strong,<\/span>
\nWher\u2019er you go, you will always know,<\/span>
\nThat those caissons go rolling along,<\/span>
\nAnd those caissons go rolling along.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Coast Guard – Semper Paratus<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nSo here\u2019s the Coast Guard marching song<\/span>
\nWe sing on land or sea<\/span>
\nThrough surf and storm and howling gale,<\/span>
\nHis shall our purpose be.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSemper Paratus\u201d is our guide,<\/span>
\nOur fame, our glory, too,<\/span>
\nTo fight to save, or fight and die! Aye!<\/span>
\nCoast Guard, we are for you.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Navy – Anchors Aweigh<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nAnchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh<\/span>
\nFare well to all these joys,<\/span>
\nWe sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay,<\/span>
\nTo our last night on shore,<\/span>
\nDrink to the foam,<\/span>
\nUntil we meet once more<\/span>
\nHere\u2019s wishing you a happy voyage home.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Marine Hymn<\/a><\/strong><\/span>
\nFrom the Halls of Montezuma,<\/span>
\nTo the shores of Tripoli,<\/span>
\nWe will fight our country\u2019s battles<\/span>
\nOn the land and on the sea<\/span><\/p>\n

First to fight for right and freedom<\/span>
\nAnd to keep our country free<\/span>
\nWe are proud to claim the title<\/span>
\nOf United States Marine<\/span><\/p>\n

The Air Force Song<\/a><\/strong><\/span>
\nOff we go into the wild blue yonder,<\/span>
\nClimbing high into the sun<\/span>
\nHere they come, zooming to meet our thunder<\/span>
\nAt \u2018em boys, give \u2018er the gun!<\/span>
\nDown we dive, spouting our flame from under.<\/span>
\nOff with on hell of a roar!<\/span>
\nWe live in fame or go down in flames,<\/span>
\nNothing can stop the U.S. Air Force.<\/span><\/p>\n

Duty – WAC Song<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/a>(Tune: Col. Bogey March words by Major Dorothy E. Nielsen,<\/span>
\nUSAR)<\/span>
\nDuty is calling you and me,<\/span>
\nWe have a date with destiny,<\/span>
\nReady, the WACs are ready,<\/span>
\nTheir pulse is steady,<\/span>
\nA world to set free,<\/span>
\nDa de da da da da,<\/span><\/p>\n

Service, we’re all in heart and soul,<\/span>
\nVictory is our only goal.<\/span>
\nWe love our Country’s honor,<\/span>
\nAnd we’ll defend it against any foe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Song of the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nIf the task at hand is an Army command<\/span>
\nAnd the deadline is zero hour,<\/span>
\nIf the way is rough and the odds are tough<\/span>
\nAnd the need is for all out power,<\/span>
\nAnd if everyday brings a challenge your way,<\/span>
\nNo matter what the score,<\/span>
\nCount the mission won, for the job will be done<\/span>
\nBy the WOMEN\u2019S ARMY CORPS!<\/span><\/p>\n

Pallas Athene, Goddess of Victory<\/span>
\nHistory tells your story brave,<\/span>
\nAnd our own Statue of Liberty,<\/span>
\nShows what we\u2019ve sworn to save!<\/span><\/p>\n

Shout the word around, let the echo resound<\/span>
\nOn every distant shore,<\/span>
\nWhether peace or war, there\u2019s a need evermore,<\/span>
\nFor the WOMEN\u2019S ARMY CORPS!!<\/span><\/p>\n

The K. P.\u2019s are Scrubbing Away (WAC Version)<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along)<\/span>
\nOver sinks, over pails<\/span>
\nWith the Sergeant on our tails<\/span>
\nAll the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/span>
\nShining pots, shining pans,<\/span>
\nCleaning out the garbage cans<\/span>
\nAll the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/span><\/p>\n

CHORUS: Oh it\u2019s Hi! Hi! Hee! In the Kitchen scullery<\/span>
\nSixteen long hours of the day<\/span>
\nAnd Wher\u2019er we go,<\/span>
\nBy the smell you\u2019ll always know,<\/span>
\nThat the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/span>
\n(Keep em scrubbing)<\/span>
\nThat the K. P.\u2019s are scrubbing away<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: The Caissons Go Rolling Along)<\/span>
\nFrom the East to the West we\u2019re the bestest of the best<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span>
\nSo it hail all hail<\/span>
\nThe women will not fail<\/span>
\nTo help make the foe turn tail<\/span>
\nJoin our song and with us march along<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019re in the Army Now<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: \u201cGlow Worm\u201d)<\/span>
\nAt crack of dawn, we mop the porches<\/span>
\nShine our shoes by light of torches<\/span>
\nShave our necks for two-inch clearance<\/span>
\nStill we\u2019re gigged for personal appearance<\/span>
\nTurn out sheets with a six-inch ruler,<\/span>
\nSend our rings back to the jeweler<\/span>
\nWe don\u2019t care, we\u2019ll show them how,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re in the Army now<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019re in the Army Now<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re not behind the plow<\/span>
\nYou\u2019ll never get rich<\/span>
\nA diggin\u2019 a ditch<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now<\/span><\/p>\n

You\u2019re in the Army now<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re in the Army now<\/span>
\nYou\u2019ll never get rich<\/span>
\nOn the salary which<\/span>
\nYou get in the Army now<\/span><\/p>\n

Salute to the WAC<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: Notre Dame Victory March)<\/span>
\nCheer, cheer our women at war<\/span>
\nPride of the nation, serving the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the air, on sea or land,<\/span>
\nGiving our soldiers a helping hand<\/span>
\nServing through dangers great and small<\/span>
\nFighters for freedom, honor them all<\/span>
\nHail the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span>
\nThat\u2019s fighting for Victory<\/span><\/p>\n

K-K-K-K- P<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Parody of the chorus: K-K-K-Katy)<\/span>
\nK-k-k-k- P, Dirty old K. P.<\/span>
\nThat\u2019s the only Army job that I abhor;<\/span>
\nWhen the m-m-m-moon shines over the guardhouse<\/span>
\nI\u2019ll be mopping up the k-k-k-kitchen floor<\/span><\/p>\n

C-c-c-c- cootie, Horrible cootie<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re the only b-b-b-bug that I abhor;<\/span>
\nWhen the m-m-m-moon shines over the guardhouse<\/span>
\nI\u2019ll be scratching my b-b-b-back until it\u2019s sore<\/span><\/p>\n

Ft. Des Moines (Oglethorpe) WAC Song<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: From the Halls of Montezuma)<\/span><\/p>\n

You can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines<\/span>
\nYou can tell her by her walk<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines<\/span>
\nYou can tell her by her talk<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines<\/span>
\nBy her appetite and such<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Ft. Des Moines<\/span>
\nBut you cannot tell her much.<\/span><\/p>\n

You can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe<\/span>
\nYou can tell her by her walk<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe<\/span>
\nYou can tell her by her talk<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe<\/span>
\nBy her appetite and such<\/span>
\nYou can tell a WAC from Oglethorpe<\/span>
\nBut you cannot tell her much.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the Army<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: Irving Berlin\u2019s \u201cThis is the Army, Mary Jones\u201d)<\/span>
\nThis is the Army, Mary Jones,<\/span>
\nNo private rooms or telephones<\/span>
\nYou had your breakfast in bed before<\/span>
\nBut you won\u2019t have it there any more.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the Army, Susie Green,<\/span>
\nWe like the barracks nice and clean,<\/span>
\nYou had a housemaid to clean your floor<\/span>
\nBut she won\u2019t help you out any more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Do what the bugler commands.<\/span>
\nYou\u2019re in the Army and not in the band.<\/span>
\nThis is the Army, Betty Brown,<\/span>
\nYou and your baby went to town,<\/span>
\nHe had you worried, but this is war,<\/span>
\nAnd he won\u2019t worry you any more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bombed<\/a><\/strong><\/span>
\nWe were bombed last night, bombed the night before<\/span>
\nAnd we\u2019re going to get bombed tonight like we\u2019ve never been bombed<\/span>
\nbefore<\/span>
\nWhen we<\/span>
\nRe bombed, we\u2019re as scared as we can be<\/span>
\nThey can bomb the whole darn Army, if they don\u2019t bomb me.<\/span><\/p>\n

They\u2019re over us, over us<\/span>
\nOne little cave for the four of us<\/span>
\nGlory be to God, there are no more of us<\/span>
\nOr they\u2019d surely bomb the whole darned crew.<\/span><\/p>\n

WAC Thanks for the Memory<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: \u201cThanks for the Memory\u201d)<\/span>
\nThanks for the Memory<\/span>
\nOf early morning stars<\/span>
\nAnd friendly golden bars,<\/span>
\nOf Reveille and bugle call<\/span>
\nAnd changing of the guard.<\/span>
\nOh, thank you so much!<\/span><\/p>\n

And Thanks for the Memory<\/span>
\nOf parading on the Green<\/span>
\nWhere by Generals we were seen<\/span>
\nOf column left, eyes right,<\/span>
\nForward March! The guide is right,<\/span>
\nOh, thanks you so much!<\/span><\/p>\n

Many\u2019s the time we\u2019ll remember<\/span>
\nThe fun and the work we have don,<\/span>
\nFrom the day we arrived in September<\/span>
\nTill peace has come, the war is won.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, Thanks for the Memory<\/span>
\nOf living on the Post,<\/span>
\nWith Uncle Sam as host<\/span>
\nAnd officers who understood<\/span>
\nThe things we needed most<\/span>
\nOh, thank you so much!<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019ll be Good Soldiers<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n(Tune: The Man on the Flying Trapeze)<\/span>
\nOnce we were civilians, but now we are WACs,<\/span>
\nDressed in our khaki, discarding our slacks,<\/span>
\nMarching, saluting, with pains in our backs.<\/span>
\nOur loves are so far, far away.<\/span><\/p>\n

We may miss a kiss in the evening,<\/span>
\nWe may miss our breakfast in bed,<\/span>
\nWe may miss the dates and the dances,<\/span>
\nWe know there\u2019s a hard job ahead, OH!!<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, the WAVES are so dickey, At least, so they think,<\/span>
\nWith perkiness hats, and their panties so pink\u2019<\/span>
\nBut we like the Army, In spite of no drinks<\/span>
\nAnd our loves are far, far away<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/span>
\nWe\u2019ll be good soldiers if it takes us years,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019ll stiffen our spines and we\u2019ll pin back our ears,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019ll flatten our tummies and tuck in our rears,<\/span>
\nIf that\u2019s what it takes to be WACs.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just for Fun ???<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s brandy, brandy, brandy<\/span>
\nThat makes you feel so dandy;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s beer, beer, beer<\/span>
\nThat makes you feel so queer;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s gin, gin, gin<\/span>
\nThat puts you in a spin;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s wine, wine, wine<\/span>
\nThat makes you feel so fine;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s rum, rum, rum<\/span>
\nThat makes you feel so bum;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, it\u2019s whiskey, whiskey, whiskey<\/span>
\nThat makes you feel so frisky;<\/span>
\nIn the Corps, in the Corps<\/span>
\nIn the Women\u2019s Army Corps<\/span><\/p>\n

Gee, Mom, I Wanna Go Home<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nThe UNIFORMS they give us, they say are mighty fine,<\/span>
\nBut I need Lana Turner, to fill the front of mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

CHORUS: Oh, I don\u2019t want no more of Army Life,<\/span>
\nGee, Mom, I wanna go, Gee, Mom I wanna go,<\/span>
\nBut they won\u2019t let me go, Gee Mom I wanna go home.<\/span><\/p>\n

The STOCKINGS that they give us, they say are mighty sheer,<\/span>
\nYou hang them in the laundry, and watch them disappear.<\/span><\/p>\n

The SHOES that they give us, they say are mighty fine,<\/span>
\nYou ask for number seven, they give you number nine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The COFFEE that they give us, they say are mighty fine,<\/span>
\nIt\u2019s good for cuts and bruises, and tastes like iodine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The BISCUITS that they give us, they say are mighty fine,<\/span>
\nOne rolled off the table, and killed a pal of mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The CHICKEN that they give us, they say is mighty fine,<\/span>
\nMine jumped off the table, and started marking time.<\/span><\/p>\n

The PAY that they give us, they say is mighty fine,<\/span>
\nThey pay us fifty dollars and take back forty nine.<\/span><\/p>\n

The BUNKS that they give us, they say is mighty fine,<\/span>
\nI get up in the morning, with wrinkles on my spine.<\/span><\/p>\n

A MATTRESS made of iron, a pillow made of lead<\/span>
\nI wake up in the morning, with wrinkles on my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

We do a lot of griping, it doesn\u2019t mean a thing<\/span>
\nWe wouldn\u2019t trade the Army for any other thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, I don\u2019t want to go, no I don\u2019t\u2019 want to go<\/span>
\nNo I don\u2019t want to go home.<\/span><\/p>\n

We Ain\u2019t Gonna Get No Gigs No More<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/a><\/p>\n

1.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Captain came in to squad room, One<\/span>
\nA stocking showed that had a run<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span><\/p>\n

2.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Two<\/span>
\nSomeone forgot to tie her shoe<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

3.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Three<\/span>
\nA wrinkled bed was there to see<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

4.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Four<\/span>
\nShe found some dirt behind the door<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

5.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Five<\/span>
\nTo look quite neat they all did strive<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

6.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Six<\/span>
\nDiscovered they had played some tricks<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

7.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Sev\u2019n<\/span>
\nDecided we wouldn\u2019t get to Heav\u2019n<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

8.<\/span>
\nThe Captain came in to squad room, Eight<\/span>
\nAnd saw that we had learned to wait!<\/span>
\n(Repeat verse, quick tempo<\/span>
\nCHORUS:<\/span><\/p>\n

CHORUS: We ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more<\/span>
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more<\/span>
\nWe ain\u2019t gonna get no gigs no more<\/span><\/p>\n

Marching Along Together<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Marching along together,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps,<\/span>
\nMarching along together,<\/span>
\nU.S.A. or foreign shore<\/span>
\nWe are the Women\u2019s Army<\/span>
\nFor all the world to see<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re khaki clad, and always glad<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re here to do our part.<\/span>
\nWithout a cannon, without a gun,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re fighting with all our hearts.<\/span>
\nMarching along together,<\/span>
\nWe\u2019re the Women\u2019s Army Corps!<\/span><\/p>\n

Marching along together<\/span>
\nNo one\u2019s gonna stop us now.<\/span>
\nMarching along together,<\/span>
\nNo one\u2019s gonna top us now,<\/span>
\nRolling along the highway<\/span>
\nSailing the sky and sea;<\/span>
\nOh rum-ti-tiddle-dee, beat the drum<\/span>
\nAnd hold on to your lids<\/span>
\nOh rum-ti-tiddle-dee, here we come<\/span>
\nThe Yankee Doodle Kids,<\/span>
\nMarching along together<\/span>
\nAll together to victory.<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh Me! Oh My! That Ain\u2019t G. I.<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

Once her mommie made her bed,<\/span>
\nCleaned her clothes and buttered her bread,<\/span>
\nAnd her fav\u2019rite dress was red<\/span>
\nOh me! Oh my! That ain\u2019t G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she came to camp one day<\/span>
\nQuickly learned the WAC-y way,<\/span>
\nUnderwear caf\u00e9 au lait,<\/span>
\nOh me! Oh my! Strictly G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Said the WAC to the new recruit,<\/span>
\n\u201cHey kid, you\u2019re sure a beaut!<\/span>
\nShort hair won\u2019t make you so cute.\u201d<\/span>
\nOh me! Oh my! Gotta be G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the mess hall she now stands<\/span>
\nBuried \u2018neath the pots and pans,<\/span>
\nGetting pretty dishpan hands<\/span>
\nK.P. Oh my! Gotta be G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hat and shoes and shirts don\u2019t fit<\/span>
\nGirdle bunches when you sit<\/span>
\nCome on rookie, you can\u2019t quit<\/span>
\nJust heave a sigh, and be G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Typhoid shots may knock you out<\/span>
\nAll day long you\u2019ll hear \u201cFall Out\u201d!<\/span>
\nGive a grin and loudly shou5t5,<\/span>
\n\u201cOh me! Oh my! Gotta be G.I.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Winter, summer, spring or fall,<\/span>
\nShould you try to end it all<\/span>
\nYou can\u2019t die until Sick Call,<\/span>
\nYou see, if you die, gotta die G.I.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bless \u2018Em All<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\n1.<\/span>
\nBless \u2018em all, Bless \u2018em all<\/span>
\nThe long and the short and the tall;<\/span>
\nBless all the sergeants, we have to obey,<\/span>
\n\u2018Cause we\u2019re saying good-bye to them all<\/span>
\nAs back to the barracks they crawl;<\/span>
\nNo ice-cream and cookies for flat footed rookies,<\/span>
\nSo cheer up, my lads, Bless \u2018Em All!<\/span><\/p>\n

2.<\/span>
\nBless \u2018em all, Bless \u2018em all,<\/span>
\nThe long and the short and the tall;<\/span>
\nBless all the blondies and all the brunettes,<\/span>
\nEach lad is happy to take when he gets<\/span>
\n\u201cCause we\u2019re giving the eye to them all,<\/span>
\nThe ones that attract or appall;<\/span>
\nMaud, Maggie, or Susie, you can\u2019t be too choosey,<\/span>
\nWhen you\u2019re in camp, Bless \u2018em all!<\/span>
\nHeavy weight, underweight, big or small,<\/span>
\nWhen you\u2019re in camp, Bless \u2018Em all<\/span><\/p>\n

The Infantry<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nThe Infantry, the Cavalry, the Fighting Engineers<\/span>
\nCan never compare with Company 10, in a hundred thousand years!<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

We are all just diamonds, diamonds in the rough;<\/span>
\nJust give us all a little time and watch us strut our stuff<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/span>
\nAs we go marching, and the band begins to P-L-A-Y,<\/span>
\nYou can hear the people shouting,<\/span>
\nCompany 10 is passing in review.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tags that Jingle, Jangle Jingle<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nI\u2019ve got tags that jingle, jangle, jingle<\/span>
\nAs I go marching merrily along;<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got shots that tingle, tangle, tingle<\/span>
\nBut in my heart I always have a song.<\/span>
\nOh, Army life, with care and strife\u2014<\/span>
\nI\u2019m a rippin\u2019, snortin\u2019, Auxie, but<\/span>
\nI\u2019ll be a Sergeant\u2019s wife,<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got tags that jingle, jangle, jingle<\/span>
\nAs I drill and gaily march along.<\/span><\/p>\n

A legend in your own time<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nYou really are, you know<\/span>
\nIF there had never been a WAAC and then the WAC, there would be now women<\/span>
\nsoldiers in the Army today.<\/span>
\nIF Oveta Culp Hobby had not responded so admirably to Pres. Roosevelt\u2019s<\/span>
\nrequest, guidelines for women in all the services would never have occurred.<\/span>
\nIF all of YOU had not answered your Country\u2019s call in World War II,<\/span>
\nKorea, Vietnam\u2026 as well as all the sporadic outbreaks through the years\u2026<\/span>
\nthere would be NO WAC VETERAN\u2019S ASSOCIATION today.<\/span>
\nIF if _ _ _ If _ _ _ If _ _ _ o many ifs BUT AREN\u2019T YOU GLAD YOU SERVED.<\/span><\/p>\n

By Stevie Stephens and Peg Honore\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

WAC\u2019s Pledge of Allegiance<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nWe pledge allegiance to the land we love.<\/span>
\nAnd all we hold most dear<\/span>
\nBequeathed to us by glories past<\/span>
\nTo cherish and revere<\/span>
\nWe guard our precious heritage<\/span>
\nWith pride and valor true<\/span>
\nAmerica, beloved land<\/span>
\nWe pledge our faith anew.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve Got Six Pence (WAC Version)<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nI\u2019ve got six pence,<\/span>
\nJolly, jolly, six pence<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got six pence to last me all my life<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got two pence to spend<\/span>
\nAnd two pence to lend<\/span>
\nAnd two pence to take home to my spouse<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/span>
\nNo cares have I to grieve me<\/span>
\nNo silly little boys to deceive me<\/span>
\nI\u2019m happy as a queen believe me<\/span>
\nAs we go rolling, rolling home<\/span>
\nRolling home, rolling home<\/span>
\nRolling home, rolling home<\/span>
\nBy the light of the silvery moon<\/span>
\nHappy is the day when we WAACs get their pay<\/span>
\nAs we go rolling, rolling home.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got four pence<\/span>
\nJolly, jolly four pence<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got four pence to last me all my life<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got two pence to spend<\/span>
\nAnd two pence to lend<\/span>
\nAnd no pence to send home to my spouse<\/span>
\nPoor spouse<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got two pence<\/span>
\nJolly, jolly two pence<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got two pence to last me all my life<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got two pence to spend<\/span>
\nAnd no pence to lend<\/span>
\nAnd no pence to send home to my spouse<\/span>
\nPoor spouse<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got no pence<\/span>
\nJolly, jolly two pence<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got no pence to last me all my life<\/span>
\nI\u2019ve got no pence to spend<\/span>
\nAnd no pence to lend<\/span>
\nAnd no pence to send home to my spouse<\/span>
\nPoor spouse<\/span>
\nChorus<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m homeward bound<\/strong><\/span><\/a>
\nI’m at Fort McClellan pity me,<\/span>
\nThere’s not a man in the vicinity,<\/span>
\nAnd every night at 9 they lock the doors,<\/span>
\nI don’t know what the heck I ever came here for.<\/span>
\nI’m gonna pack my bags, I’m homeward bound,<\/span>
\nI’m gonna turn this damn fort upside down.<\/span>
\nI’m gonna smoke drink, neck, peck,<\/span>
\nWhat the heck, I’m a wreck.<\/span>
\nHere we go! I’m homeward bound.<\/span>
\nTo the tune of: “Inky Dinky Par Le Vous”<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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