Down  went  the gun-ner, a bul - let was his fate
Down  went  the gun-ner,  and then the gun-ner's  mate
Up jumped the sky   pi-lot, gave the boys a look
And manned the gun him-self  as he laid a-side TheBook,  shout-ing:

"Praise  The Lord,  and pass the am-mu-ni-tion!
Praise  The  Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion!
Praise  The  Lord, and pass the am-mu-ni-tion and we'll all  stay  free!

Praise  The  Lord, and swing in-to  po-si-tion, 
Can't   af-ford  to   sit  a-round a'-wish-in'
Praise  The  Lord,  we're all be-tween per-dition 
and the deep     blue    sea!"

Yes the sky  pi-lot  said  it You've got to give him cred-it
for  a  son-of-a-gun  of  a  gun-ner  was he,
Shouting:  "Praise   The  Lord, 
we're  on  a might - y  mis-sion!
All     a-board!  We're not a - go - in' fish-in',
Praise  The Lord,   and pass  the am-mu-ni-tion
and we'll   all    stay    free."