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Show THE YANKS I've seen' them in th' trenches whin Hi' roarin' Merthas roared, An' I've watched th' bloomin' Yankees Yan-kees at th' gun; An' I've seen the fightin' devils as th' hell-Taubes o'er 'em soared soar-ed Say they're Nathan Hales an' Lincolns, every one. I've watched the spunky "blighters while the zero whistle blew, An' they jumped that blarsted whistle every time Why, the sergeant never shouted "Give 'em hell, boys'" 'cause they knew, An' they drove the yeller Dutchmen t'ward the Rhine. I'll say ther's nothing like them, tho' jHi I'm British every inch, Wm An' me 'at's off to the Yankee ivery B Thank God, the whole Dutch Empire JH is a licked one tnars a cinch. J9jj Just because them fightin' Yankees iM got a spine. JS You kin talk uv all the 'eroes in the ' JH painted 'alls o' fame, JH1 But I'll take the Yankee fighter from H the bunch, iW 'N by Jove, he'll put the average of 9V them 'eroes 'eads to shame, H Just because 'e's on the job t 'land the -H Whin the battles all are over an' the S Hun is laid to rest, $H An' the grand old Entente colors 3gH kiss the sky, sAm Why, you'll find the men in khaki, jfifl with their suits all nice an' B pressed, jflfl Sittin' on the fence of honor eatin' 15jB Now, this may all seem funny from a withered guy like me, $4 But I tries to 'and the comps where they belong, 4 , An' me 'at comes off a-flyin to the men m I from o'er the sea m That is handing 'ell to Hunville with jf j a song. fat Herb Fendrich, in Philadelphia Led- l ger. ? p |