We're gathered here, with a cross to bear, 
the bravest men anywhere, 
that this great land will remain free. 

God bless the men of the 303.

Side by side, we know no fear, 
our minds are sharp, our eyes are clear.

In the air, on land, or on the sea 
we're the fightin' men of the 303.

Give us this day our daily bread, 
and leopard skin for our head,
that we may fight...

Years from now, when we are gone, 
our childrens kids will hear this song.

Think how strong and proud they'll be.

Grampa fought for the 303.

God bless the men of the 303.