From the Ground team out there searching,
To the Scanners way up high,
And the dear, old Squadron House we love so well,
See the Black Sheep all assembled,
With their heads held proud and high!
And the magic of their singing, casts a spell.

Yes the magic of their singing,
Of the songs we love so well:
"Wild Blue Yonder" and "Black Sheep" and the rest!
We will serenade our Pappy,
While Life and Voice shall last,
And we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.

We are poor little lambs
Who have lost our way,
Baa! Baa! Baa!
We are little, black sheep
Who have gone astray!
Baa! Baa! Baa!

Ladies and Gentlemen proud are we,
Remembered from now to eternity.
Lord! Have mercy on such as we,
Baa! Baa! Baa!

Sound file coming soon...