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True Blue And Always Ready
Song Of The Spars
(WW2)
True blue and always ready where ever the job may be
When you see the SPARS, thank your lucky stars
There's another gob at sea.
We send his mail and rations, whatever his crew may need
Check his radio, send his monthly dough,
Pack his 'chute and chart his speed.
We're camera men and craftsmen, we drive a truck or jeep
We're pastry cooks or draftsmen on tower watch
We never fall asleep! True Blue and Always Ready.
And standing behind the Tars
Yes, from coast to coast, where we're needed most
You will always find the SPARS, the SPARS,
You Will always find the SPARS.
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