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Show The Makin's. Jim Muldoon of the Royal Dragoons The Royal Dragoons as used to be Son of a hundred battle moons, Sat on a transport rail, did he, And swore that Britain won the 'wax. And he swore, and swore, and swore', and swore, Pierre Le Choux of Montrichard, Pierre Le Choux of the gay pollus Thumbed a greasy bar-room card, And blew through his whiskers Gaelic views. He swore that France had won the war ! And he swore, and swore, and swore, and 1 swore. Tony Spatola of Napoli He sella da ches'nut after da bat', Wava da bieg moostache so free, Maka da laugh when he pulla da gat "Eetaly she's a fixa da fuss!" He cuss and he cuss and cuss and cuss Elmer Hanklns of Moose Jaw, Maine Yank of the Yanks and the friend of all Reached for his plug-cut once again, ' As he watched November's twilight fall "I mind who Avon the war," quoth he, As ho dug his knife in a maple treo. "It wa'n't tho Tommies, ner yet the ' Frogs, Ner the boys from sunny Italy, That put the Heinics to rollln' Jogs, And tickled the statue o' Liberty. ' " 'Twns us! and the women who waited home. And tho folks who camo to cheer us nights, With their songs why, I could write a pome Of how they perked us up twixt fights. If any critter's a right to swank As the Tommies say It's a blank-blank Yank !" Tho Clarion Call. |