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Bless 'em All (9) 
Bless 'em All (9) 
Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! The long and the short and the tall! Bless all the Sergeants we have to obey, Bless all the corp'rals who drill us all day, 'Cos we're saying goodbye to them all, As back to their barracks they crawl No ice cream and cookies for flat-footed rookies Cheer up, my lads Bless 'em all. 
Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! The long and the short and the tall! Bless the Commander whose deck we must scrub; Bless the Chief Steward who hands out the grub Though we'd rather be caught in a squall Than dine on that wormwood and gall Forget all those notions, you're sailing the oceans So cheer up, my lads, Bless 'em all! 
Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! The long and the short and the tall! Bless the instructors who teach us to dive, Bless all our stars that we still are alive, For if ever the engine should stall, We're in for one hell of a fall; No champagne or vi'lets for dead fighter pilots So cheer up, my lads, Bless 'em all! 
Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! The long and the short and the tall! Bless all the posters with beautiful scenes They swore we would see if we joined the Marines 'Cos we ain't seen no scenery at all Except what we scrawl on the wall, O what if we suffer, Marines have it tougher So cheer up, my lads, Bless 'em all! 
Bless 'em all! Bless 'em all! The long and the short and the tall! Bless all the nurses when you're in dry dock You know that your temp'rature's firm as a rock But when one grabs your pulse you feel small, 
And you know that you've had a close call, So don't lose your head, just be glad you're in bed And cheer up, my lads, Bless 'em all! 
DI