(Continued from page 4)

Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue.
The Army and Navy forever,
Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue.

Battle Hymn of the Republic
(B Flat)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath an stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword,
His truth is marching on.

CHORUS
Glory! glory, hallelujah! Glory! glory, hallelujah!
Glory! glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
Chorus.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet,
Our God is marching on.
Chorus.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Chorus.

Roamin' in the Gloamin'
Roamin' in the gloamin'
By the bonnie banks o' Clyde,
Roamin' in the gloamin'
With your lassie by your side,
When the sun has gone to rest.
That's the time that we love best;
O, its lovely roamin' in the gloamin'.

Tenting on the Old Camp Ground
(B Flat)
We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home
And friends we love so dear.

(Continued on page 6)