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Songs Of World War II
Songs Of World War II
SONG OF THE 6TH MARINES A transport just sailed from old Iceland Bound for the Yankee shore, Heavily laden with time-expired men Bound for the land they adore. Now the night-spots in Charleston will open, The girls will be glad, one and all. Bless the black and the white For we'll treat them all right, So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all The long, the short and the tall, Bless all the blondes and all the brunettes, Each lad is happy to take what he gets, For we're giving the eye to them all, The ones that attrack or appall, Maude, Maggie or Susie, You can;t be too choosy, So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. Oh, the dog-faces joind us in Iceland, And there we unloaded their craft. Their armchairs, their tables, Their kennels, their cradles, We watched them, we laughed and we laughed. To care for these darlings in Iceland, We built them their huts and messhalls, Now we'll leave them to freeze in Iceland's cold breeze, So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all The long, the short and the tall Bless all the Sergeants we have to obey, Bless all the Corporals who drill us all day. For we're saying good-bye to them all, As back to their billets they crawl. There'll be no promotions on Iceland's cold ocean So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all And when we get back to "Dago" We'll toss out the gobs, one and all, If they say it ain't right, there'll be a big fight And out on the grass they will fall. And there let our journey be ended With the U.S Marines conquering all The swabbies, the limeys, If need be, the heinies. So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all The long, the short, and the tall Bless all the Sergeants and First Sergeants too, Bless all the Corporals, and above all. bless you For we're saying good-bye to them all As back to their barracks they crawl There'll be no promotions this side of the ocean, So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all. A SPANISH CAVALIER A Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat, And on his guitar, played a tune, dear. The music, so sweet, would oft' times repeat, The blessings of my country and you, dear Cho: Oh, say, darling say, when I'm far away, Sometimes you may think of me, dear. The bright, sunny days, will soon fade away, Remember what I say, and be true, dear. I'm off to the war, to war I must go, To fight for my country and you, dear, But if I should fall, In vain, I would call, The blessings of my country and you, dear. Cho again. And when the war is o'er to you, I'll return Again, to my country and you, dear. But if I be slain, you may seek me in vain. Upon the battle field you will find me. Cho again. SONG OF THE MARINES Over the sea, let's go men, We're shoving right off, we're shoving right off again Nobody knows where or when, We're shoving right off, we're shoving right off again It may be Shanghai, farewell and good-bye, Sally and Sue, don't be blue, For we'll just be gone for years and years and then, We're shoving right off for home, Shoving right for home, Shoving right off for home again STOUT HEARTED ME Give me some men who are stout hearted men, Who will fight for the right they adore. Start me with ten, who are stout hearted men And I'll soon give you ten thousand more Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder, We grow as we go to the fore Then there's nothing in the world Can halt or mar a plan When stout hearted men Can stick together man to man. MY BUDDY Nights are so long since your went away I think about you all through the day, My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true I miss your voice, the touch of your hand, Just long to know that you understand, My buddy, my buddy, Your buddy misses you. THE WALLOPING WINDOW-BLIND A ship that flew on her maiden cruise Was the Walloping Window-Blind. No wind that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the Captain's mind. The man at the wheel was taught to feel Contempt of the wildest blow, And it often appeared when the gale had cleared, He'd been in his bunk below. CHO: Then blow ye winds, heigh-ho A-roving I will go, I'll stay no more on the Eng-a-land shore So let the music play, I'm off on the morning train, I'll cross the raging main I'm off to my love with a boxing glove Ten thousand miles away. The Captain sat on the Commodore's hat And dined in a royal way, On toasted pigs, and pickles and figs, And gunnery bread each day. The cook was dutch and behaved as such, And the diet he gave the crew Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns Served up with sugar and glue. CHO: The gunner we had was apparently mad, For he sat on the after rail, And fired salutes at the Captain's boots In the teeth of the bloomin' gale. The bo's'un's mate was very sedate, Yet fond of amusement too, And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch While the Captain tickled the crew. CHO: All nautical pride, we laid aside, And we ran the vessel ashore On the Gullaby Isles where the Poo-Poo smiles, And the bark of the Ug-Gubs roar. Composed of sand, was that favored land. And trimmed with cinnamon trees, And the Wallaby bats wore water-proof hats As they dipped in the bounding sea. CHO: From dawn till dark, on Ug-Gub bark, We dined till we all had grown, Uncommonly shrunk, when a Chinese Junk Came up from the Torrible Zone. She was chubby and square, but we didn't much care, So we cheerily put out to sea, And left the crew of the junk to chew. The bark of the Ug-Gub tree. WHEN THE ICE IS ON THE RICE When the ice is on the rice in Southern Honshu And the Sake in the cellar starts to freeze And you whisper "Sweet Ojosan, I adore you" Then you're getting just a sukoshi Nipponese. When you're dancing to the strains of "Tanko Bushi" And you're speaking Arigato, 'stead of please. And you answer telephone with "mushi-mushi" I sink maybe you are going nipponese As you sit upon tatami sipping sake And the cold wind's whipping 'round your knees. And you're munching on some gohan and osembi Then you're surely getting takusan Nipponese When you start spending yen like it was money, 'Stead of flinging it like paper in the breeze. And you think everything in English sounds so funny Then, my lad, you're truly Nipponese. WALTZING MATILDA Once a jolly swagman sat beside a billa-bong Underneath the shade of a koola-bong tree And he sang as he sat and rested while his billy boiled. You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,with me Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he sat and rested while his billy boiled You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billa-bong, Up jumped the swagman and siezed him with glee. And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me. Down came the Sheriff mounted on his thoroughbred. Down came the troopers, one, two, three Where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tuckerbag? You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me, Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me, Where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tuckerbag? You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me. Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billa-bong You'll never catch me alive, cried he. Now his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the . billa-bong You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,with me. Waltzing, Matilda, waltzing Matilda, You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me Now his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billa-bong You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me. SHINA NO YORU (China Nights) Shina no yoru, Shina no yoru yo Minata no akari, murasaki no yo ni No bu-uru junku no, yume no funi Ai, ai,,, ai, ai,,, wasureke ne kukai no ni-i-i-i Shina no yoru, yumi no yoru. Shina no yoru. Shina no yoru yo Yanagi no madoni ran tan yurete Akai tori kago Shina musume Ai, ai,... ai, ai,... yaru senai ai no-o-o uta Shina no noru, yumi no yoru Shina no yoru, Shina no yoru yo Kimi Matsu, yoi wa, abashi no ami ne Hana no chiru, chiru, bi ni mo chiru Ai.ai...ai, ai... wasu rete mo wasu ra-i yo ka Shina no yoru, yumi no yoru. JAPANESE TALKING BLUES By: James Stockton I was out in Yamata witha beer in my hand, Just drinking it down like any man. A 'josan comes by and sits on my knee, Says "Short time, daddy, you and me". I said get away gal, sayonara You ain't my type, I'm a steady guy. She put her arms around me and smiles real big. That gold-filled, buck toothed, crazy pig. Said, "Come on honey, I'm hot to go" I said, "Get away, gal, don't go so slow". She got teed off, started crying, slinging snot. She kept playing around til I started to sweat, She said "Mo sukoshi, I get you yet. You no 'butterfly' if you go with me, I make you happy, come on and see. Testo-testo, make pom-pom, lotsa fun". She snuggled up close, she smelled real sweet She tickled my ear, my heart skipped a beat. Took a drink of my beer said "Biru,cho dai" Next time I looked, my bottle was dry. Beer guzzling hussy, alla time drinko, Takusan stinko She spent my yen, she tore my shirt... She treated me like just so much dirt. When my yen was gone, she spoke Sayonara, Said, "Get more yen, come back tomorrow, Catchie 'josan, speak mama-san, maybe long time.. Tan damu nai. Now if you're down in Yamata, better heed my words, Don't go messing around those "butterfly birds" They'll hug you, they'll kiss you, they'll steal you blind, Say "Short time, daddy, one mort time"... Don't do it.. get out of there fast... Pull a Hank Snow... start moving on... GEISHA GIRL Have you ever heard a love song, That you didn't understand Were you ever in a teahouse On the Islands of Japan? And have you ever traveled Over many thousand miles To see a pretty geisha girl Dressed in Oriental style. CHORUS: You read it in the tea leaves, And it's written in the sand I found love by the heartful In a foreign, distant land. Tell the home folks that I'm happy With some one thats true, I know. I love my pretty Geisha girl Where the ocean breezes blow. I have stood and watched the sun rise, On the waters of the sea. And wondered how much beauty In this whole world could there be My dreams are all worth dreaming And it makes my life worth while To see my pretty Geisha girl Dressed in oriental style. Sempers, Roger
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY HUSBAND SSgt. Roger A. One Proud Marine 1961-1977 68/69 http://www.geocities.com/thedrifter001/ |
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