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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 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! Give 'er the gun!

Down we dive spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helluva roar,

We live in fame, go down in flame,
Nothing will 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'll 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.

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!

Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer,
Gave us wings ever to soar,

With scouts before and bombers galore,
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!

Off we go into the wild blue yonder

Keep the wings level and true,

If you'd live to be a gray-haired wonder,
Keep the nose out of the blue!

Flying men guarding the nation's border,
We'll be there, followed by more.

In echelon we'll carry on,
Nothing'll stop the Air Corps now!

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