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Post your favourite military songs/lyrics & If you're part of the armed services post your regiments songs/lyrics be they the official songs or just ones used for P.T. etc.

This is the Regimental song of the Calgary Highlanders Reserve Infantry Unit, of which I belong to. Its awesome when you get 150 guys singing the song.

"Glenwhorple"
This song, a popular marching tune during the Second World War in many regiments, tells the Highland version of the story of Noah's Ark. The Calgary Highlanders still fondly sing it, though no longer when marching but at regimental mess functions where circumstances allow for it to be performed with a little more gusto. The final verse below is a postwar addition by the Calgary Highlanders.

There's a braw fine regiment as ilka mon should ken,
They are deevils at the fechtin', they hate clured a sicht o' men,
And ha'e suppit muckle whusky when the canteen they gang ben,
The Hielan' men frae braw Glenwhorple.

Chorus

Heuch! Glenwhorple Hielan' men!
Great strong whusky-suppin' Hielan' men,
Hard- workin', hairy-leggit Hielan' men,
Slainte mhor Glenwhorple.

They were foonded by McAdam, who of a' the men was fairst,
He resided in Glen Eden, whaur he pipit like tee burst,
Wi' a fig leaf for a sporran, an'a pairfect Hielan thairst,
Till he stole awe' the aipples free Glenwhorple.

When the waters o' the deluge drookit a' the whole world oter,
The Colonel o' the Regiment his name was Shaun McNoah,
Sae a muckle boat he biggit an' he sneckit up the door,
an' he sailed awe from drooned Glenwhorple.

Then syne he sent a corporal, and gaired him find the land,
He returned wi' an empty whusky bottle in his hand,
Sae they kent the flood was dryin'; he was fu', ye understand,
For he'd foond a public house abune the water.

When good King Solomon was ruler o' the Glen,
He had a hundred pipers and a thoosan' fechtin' men,
An' a mighty fine establishment I hae no doot ye ken,
For he kept a sicht o' wives in auld Glenwhorple.

Then there came a birkie bangster, who was chieftain o' the Clan,
His name it was t'Wallace, an' he was a fechtin' mon,
For he harried a' the border and awe' the Southron ran,
Frae the dingin' o' the claymores o' Glenwhorple.

When the bonnie pipes are skirlin', an' the lads are on parade,
I' the braw Glenwhorple tartan, wi' the claymore an' the plaid,
When the Sergeant-Major's sober an' the Colonel's no afraid,
O' seein' tartan spiders in Glenwhorple!

Eh, a bonnie sicht they mak', when the canteen they gan ben,
then the morn's parade is o'er, she'll be fu' a' drunken, men,
An' a thoosan' canty kilties will be stottin, doon the Glen,
For they drink a power o' whusky in Glenwhorple.

Now the ladies o' the Regiment I hae no doubt ye ken,
Are as brew and sassie lassies as you'll ere find in the glen,
Though their legs are no so hairy they can keep up with the men,
When it comes to suppin whisky in Glenwhorple.

When the monarch o' the islands founded a' the colonies,
And they sent the Heilan' soldiers out across the pitchaen seas,
Well they settled in the foothills and they called it Calgary,
And they sired finer soldiers than Glenwhorple.

Good song, I noticed they are singing about the old claymore swords there rock:

Recruiting Seargent - Great Big Sea

Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,
for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees
So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel,
And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell
And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell

Chorus
So it's over the mountains, and over the sea
Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees
You'll fight in Flanders, and at Galipoli
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me

Then the call came from London, for the last July drive
To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die
The roll call next morning, just a handful survived.
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me

Chorus

The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day
When the pride of the city went marching away
A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me

Chorus x3

I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS
(Fred Heatherton)

Down at the county fair
One evening I was there
I heard a barker shouting
Underneath the flair...

"Oh, I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts.
There they are all standing in a row.
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head.
Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist."
That's what the showman said.

Oi! I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts.
Every ball you throw will make me rich.
There stands me wife,
The idol of me life,
Singing roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch.

Singing, roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch.
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch.
Roll a bowl a ball.
Roll a bowl a ball.
Singing, roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch

This thread was done a while back, and I've posted this once, and I'll post it again.

The Bonnie Blue Flag

We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,
Fighting for our Liberty with treasure, blood and toil;
And when our rights were threaten'd, the cry rose
near and far,
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag, that bears a
Single Star!
Chorus:
Hurrah! Hurrah! for Southern Rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a
Single Star!

As long as the union was faithful to her trust, like friends and like brethren kind we were and just. But as soon as northern treachury offends our right to mar, we'll hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!
(chorus)

First, gallant South Carolina nobly made the stand;
Then came Alabama who took her by the hand;
Next, quickly Mississippi, Georgia, and Florida,
All rais'd on high the Bonnie Blue Flag, That bears a Single Star!
(Chorus)

Ye men of valor, gather round the Banner of the Right,
Texas and Louisiana, join us in the fight;
Davis, our loved President, and Stephens, Statesman
rare,
Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag, That bears a
Single Star! (Chorus)

And here's to brave Virginia! The Old Dominion State,
With the young Confederacy at length has link'd her
fate
Impell'd by her example, now other States prepare
To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue Flag,That bears a
Single Star! (Chorus)

i guess 3 doors down when im gone doesn't apply hurr..[/i]

I guess your a fucking retard

The Marines Hymn, and do I really need to say the lyris or does everyone know it?

Ballad of the Green Berets

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Chorus:
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America’s best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off natures land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

(Chorus)
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

“Put silver wings on my son’s chest
Make him one of America’s best
He’ll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret”

(Chorus)

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret.


and Gary Owens (or whatever its called), the regimental song of the 7th cav

Blood on the Risers:



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 hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of 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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they 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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

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:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.


http://www.west-point.org/users/usma198 ... risers.htm

Not only my favorite military song but one of my all time favorites too.

uh mmm ... eek:

Marine Hymn

" 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 Marines "
" Our flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun. We have fought in every clime and place, where we could take our gun. From 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 to health to you and to our Corps which we are proud to serve. In many a strife we've fought for life and we've never lost our nerve. If the Army or the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes, they will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines "

Knife goes in, guts come out x70