Just gaze on us, for we’re aviators bold We circle and turn in the air. We loop the loop and we dive and mount and glide And our hearts are gay and free from care. Our eyes are bright and our nerves are firm as steel We’re rising—we’re sinking below— We show the world that we’re monarchs of the air As far up above the clouds we go. CHORUS. Left—then right—we’re swerving— And now we drop below Then we rise on high, soaring thru the pathless sky Far, far up above the clouds we shall go. 2. My aeroplane will respond to every wish It hums as it rises on high. It seems to love thus to leave the world behind Like a bird it wings across the sky The sun by day and the twinkling stars at night Look down in amaze and surprise Our hearts will thrill as the wild wind whistles past While we wing our swift way thru the skies. CHORUS. UNCLE SAM: A hungry army can never fight, So we must feed our men, And the one who stays at home and plants In every meadow and glen And raises the grain to give them bread Is patriot, brave and true As any soldier who fights today ’Neath the red, the white, the blue. _Enter farmers, 10 boys in overalls and straw hats, carrying hoes, rakes, etc. They sing, air, “Vive L’Amour”._ 1. We plant and we spade and we rake and we hoe All for the soldier boys, We dig and we harrow, we plant and we sow, All for our soldier boys. CHORUS. Sing of the farmers, the patriots true Raising the wheat and the golden corn too. Gladly we toil, tilling the soil, All for our soldier boys. 2. We’ll feed all the allies till victory is won Won by our soldier boys, And welcome them home when their great task is done, Welcome our soldier boys. CHORUS. UNCLE SAM: With helpers such as these ’tis plain Our victory is assured, And not in vain the hardships Our brave boys have endured. We’ll make the whole wide world today Safe for Democracy, And the Stars and Stripes shall ever float O’er the Land of Liberty. _All sing, air, “Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes”._ 1. All hail the banner of the free, the bonny Stripes and Stars. Of purity the white stars speak, no stain their beauty mars. A sign of valor you may read within its crimson bars The blue field stands for truth and hope, illumined by Heaven’s own stars. 2. O’er it the light of victory shall ever brightly shine. For freedom, justice and the right, ’twill ever be the sign. Then may it proudly float on high, this flag of yours and mine. And may the bonny Stripes and Stars with added lustre shine. The Blue Book of Favorite Songs, Price, 6 cents Contains: