Jigpoha is an intentional corruption of JICPOA (Joint Intelligence Center Pacific Operation Area). It was a translation, interpretation, intelligence office within Nimitz's Commander In Chief Pacific (CINCPAC). Between 1942 and 1945, the Navy and Marine Japanese Language Officers in JICPOA (trained in Navy Japanese Language Schools located in Tokyo [1910-1940], Berkeley and Harvard [1941-42], Boulder [1942-1945] and Stillwater [1945-46]) translated and interpreted captured enemy documents and intercepted radio traffic, interrogated Japanese POWs, and frequently were sent out with the fleets as part of invasion forces and to translate aboard carriers and flagships.
A L 0 HA J I G P 0 H A
The following anthology Is the result of one
night's alcoholioally - Inspired conception In the bar
at the St. Francis, Erdman Annex, The work acquired
considerable bulk and possibly even some quality during
the ensuing weeks of incubation under the supervision
of the Editorial Board •— though its birth here seems
hardly credible. In any caoe, we present the offspring
for your own drinking and singing pleasure.
I. BOULDER - JIGPOHA JIDAI
II. ¥AR IK THE POA
III. POLITICAL POTPOURRI
IV. DRINKING DITTIES AND COLLEGE CLASSICS
V. BAWDY BALLADS
To all collaborators, contributors, and sundry
mid-wives, a hearty "DOMO ARIGATO GOZAIMAS."
Honolulu, T. H.
February 1945
BOULDER-JIGPOHA JIDAI
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Thru the songs of Boulder and JIGPOHÁ may be traced the
peculiar thought processes of men wedded to the enormities of
a barbarous language and welded to tasks of seldom-lightened
tedium- Here and there are gayer tunes, reminders of weekends
in Denver or Estes Park, beer busts in Boulder, in the Men's
Dorm at the U. of .Colo., at Irdman, BOQ 9, or the MacDonald
Hotel in Haxyaii, and last but not least the gaiety of romance
that came to the "Range of the Buffalo" with the Waves.
Underlying all this is sheer nostalgia tempered fortunately
with the dry and sometimes raucous humor that goes with an un-
predictable future. If these bore you a little, bear with us
for a while — there is more to follow.
THE RANGE OF THE BUFFALO
*Twas in the town of New Haven in- the spring of f42
When a man by the name of Hindmarsh came walking up to you,
Said how d!you do, young fellow,
And howrd you like to go,
And spend your summer pleasantly,
On the range of the buffalo.
Chorus:
Buffalo, buffalo, buffalo, buffalo,
And spend your summer pleasantly,
On the range of the buffalo.
With Kanji cards and Tokuhon3, our troubles they began,
With mattered curses and swear words,' our fevers high they ran,
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday-, itdoesn!t pay to know/
It's what you learn on Friday night,
On.the range of the buffalo.
The year being near over, the Captain he did say,
The crowd had been extravagant, was iii debt to him that day,
We argued and we pleaded, but still it was no go
So we left his bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo/
One day upon the campus I met a CU gal,
She slapped*me on the back with a hearty, "Hi, ya, pal,"
Into my fair white body she tried to sink her hooks,
But I shot her full of Kanji,
And returned to the goddam books.
They tell us that our sex life is really rather queer,
But if you want a good one, 1*11 ?ay we have him here,
The boys they call him Foo-Foe, he1s a yeoman second-class,
And just between the two of us,,
He f s a wonderful piece of ass.
Some talk about the geniuses, and some about the grinds, 3
And some about the morons with the photographic minds,
But give me sex and liquor, and plenty of time to fool,
I'm a happy flunking bastard from the Navy Language School.
They sent us a man named Conover from far across the sea,
And after he looked us over; the big shot said to me,
My ship is iliade of concrete, iny men, I think, of the same,
And the way they keep their port holes is a goddam bloody shame.
The crew forsake their Kanji cards for the duat pan and the mop,
The Captain soon decided that all sacking in must stop.
But when he cut out screwing as bad for the cardiac,
Was the final regulation that broke the camel's back.
Some talk about the Navy, and some about the Marines,
And some about the .Army, and some about pork and beans,
But if he talks of Kanji, and then begins to drool,
He's a poor benighted bastard from the Navy Language School.
From here on out as you may know, the verses they get worse
And worse and worse and vrorse and worse and vrorse and worse and worse
Vie'd really like to sing them, the pleasure we forgo
For we 've been asked to keep it clean on the range of the buffalo.
THE KEIBAJO
Everybody's doin1 the Kei-Ba-Jo
Now that we're finished with the Kokubo
Ichi-ni-san-shi, Here we go
With a jin-sei-no and a kei-ba-jo.
Everybody's doin' the Kei~Ba-Jo
Started with Murphy to difc/laggio
Alla-ma-swalla-ma, Swanee shore
With a jin-sei kei-ba-jo once more.
Everybody's doin' the Kei~Ba-Jo
Rum-pen~naishi-dai~mi-yo
Kobe kara Tokyo
With a jin-sei-no and a kei-ba-jo«
GLORY, GLORY COLORADO
Gloiy-, glory, Colorado,
Glory; glory; Colorado;
Glory, glory, Colorado,
Hoorah for the Silver and the Gold*
(Tune: "It1*? a Long, Long „ay to Tipperary")
Itfn a long way to Yokohama, lt*c a long way to got
Itff a long v:ay to Kanagawa, v;hera vïe'U hit our first joro#
So it1 > farewell Fariaiwa •• Hollo Dal Nippon.
It1 e a long, long v;ay to Nagasaki, but our biirufc all gone.
T^URDaX ÎORNIEG BLUES
Civ, what a tell of a morning,
Oh, what a hell of a day*
I've got a teH of a foeling,
That I've got a sosho-exam»
(Excerpta from)
Written, Produced, and Scored by Students of the
NAVY JAPANESE LANGUAGE SCHOOL
BOULDER, COLORADO
(OPENING CHORUS)
Chorus: If you want to know who we are
We are I2c V-4 USNR
Which when decoded simply means
That we all study Japanese
At C.U. under the auspices
Of the U.S. Navy if you please.
IfiLya s ama miya sarça
Japanese has sorewy grammar
Start to translate from the bottom
Reach the top and you no gottußu
Prom the stories that you hear
lou must think that we1re particularly queer.
Although each night we study late
That don't mean every guy1s Phi Bete
And though we seldom have a date
When we do - woo woo - we sure feel greati
If you folks will lend an ear
We"111 confess how we were chosen to come here.
Solo: When I was a pollege sophomore
I thought all classes were an awful bore.
So pencil and paper I would find
To doodle anything that came into my mind
Oh I was such a doodling fool
That now I am a member of the Language School.
When I was member of the idle rich»
I spent my time in playing bridge
And soon I learned the art complex
Of becoming an expert at shuffling decks.
Oh I was such a shuffling fool
That I became a member of the Language School.
Oh many years before-
I worked on the docks as a stevedore
I'd lift that bale and tote that barge
Until my muscles grew very large
Oh I was such a toting fool
That I became a member of the Language School
'irihen I was a white collar employe
I patronized, a Chines laundry.
The meaning •£ the tickets I couldn't tap
So I just saved them up for paper scrap.
Oh I was such a saving fool
That I became a member of the Language School.
Solo:
Fisst Mam
Second Man:
Third Man:
All:
Fourth Man:
Fifth Ifeh.t.
Sixth Man:
First ten:
Second Man;
All:
Chorus:
Umareta tokoro via
Dai Nihon no Osaka
What did he say?
What did he say?
How do we know?
He*s a B.I.J.J
A B.I.J.?
"What.18 a B.I,J.?
He was born in Japan where they speak it all day.
So you can*t tell what they*re trying to say.
ïou can*t tell?
Neither can theyÍ
So listen you civilians, don't be cynical
At this rule of how to rise up to the pinnacle.
Doivt read any books, stay as dumb as a mule,
And you can* b ,be accepted in the Language School.
And so you know the story
Behind our rise to glory
When our yeoman days are past
Ta~ran~Ta~ra, Ta-ran-Ta-ra
*And we1 re on a ship at last
Ta-ran-Ta-ra
Vie won!t know the ocean's thrills
Ta-ran-Ta~ra, Ta-ran~Ta~ra.
Vie* 11 be taking sea sick pills
Ta-ran-Ta~ra.
Cause we're from Michigan, Stanford, California,
Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Columbia,
Rut.gers, Sehmutgers, Duke, and Fluke
And Puke and lots more.
(Callahan enters from between curtains.)
Chorus:
And you know who I am.
Chorus: Callahan.
(Callahan steps down center.)
Call:
Chorus:
I'm poor little Callahan
Dear little Callahan
Whom everybody ignores.
But I don't complain
I was born xvith a brain.
And I find all you people are bores.
I!ve read Kant, I've read Nagel
Spinoza and Hegel
Ify knowledge is far from obtuse
And I've run the gamut
From Jove to Mohammed
To playing with old Mother Goose.
Defer ~ Defer
To the noble Harvard Graduate.
(Exit, carried off on shoulders of the Chorus.)
(SONG BY GIRL IN FRONT OF CURTAIN)
I'm a fugitive from Boulder
ïhis so-called tourists' mecca-
^nd Itm fed up with the language school
They haven't one good necker.
When the Navy sent those gobs of men it seemed to me good roason
To feel that for a female it would be an open season ~
■ But I've been here for months and I have yet to go squeezih1
Gee, donH those language students ever stop their Japaneezin*•
They111 draw me loads of characters
6
And think they're so artistic^
But little do they realize
% desires are not linguistici
Like a dope I'm full of hope when they invite me to the Sink
And whisper "kono sakura" - ah, romance - so I think
"Momo iro" - and on he'll go - and give his friends a wink
For all he's really saying is: "This cherry tree is pink«"
When I came to Colorado, I was in a happy state
I was sure I'd land a sailor and become a bos'nfs mate— ~
How was I to know they're yeoman, and whatfs more they1re all
Phi Betel
Oh, I turned on all my charms - I confess it fairly poured
But it ain't no use, you can't seduce a member of that horde,
For when it comes to sex these intellectuals are bored —
I guess that saying's true: "The pen is mightier than the broad,"
Now things are worse than ever
With this newly-issued law-
My field of operation is much smaller than before,
At night I use to roam about each dormitory floor
Masquerading as house-mother to the boys whom I adore,
And I'd unlace thier uniforms and tuck them into bed.
But now Lieutenant Conover is doihg that instead*
Oh Ifm a fugitive from Boulder
And though I'm going to leave
Don't think that live been licked
'Cause I have something up my sleeve:
ìfy application's been approved - I'm entering the WaVES.
And when I get my commission, I'll get even with those knaves*
'Cause I'll be back to give these gobs the orders - and I'm betting
That every petty officer will do his ahare of petting.
FINAL CHORUS
"When I decided to enlist
I came to Boulder with an ego twist
But Military discipline soon took hold
And made me fit into the common mold
So I by following every rule
Became a model member of the Language School.
Besides Miss Walne tohoauyou all know
Said, "Boys on ship you Will have to go
And travel the Pacific to the far south seas
Where you will be interpreters of Japanese
So, please obeying every rule,
Become a model member of the Language School",
So I obeying every rule,
Became a model member of the Language School.
And1 so you know the story
Behind our fall from glory.
But - When we're Ensigna of the line
Ta-^ran-ta-ra, ta-ran-ta-ra,
Our lingo will be fine - ta*~ran~ta~ra,
And our fluent Japanese - ta-ran-ta-ra, ta~ran~ta-ra,
WiH resound o'er foreign seas
S &«*yoHia«>r a.
Oafiwsd, Deferred,
To the Ü. S. Navy Language School
Dsfwred, Deferred,
To the \}9 3. Navy, U. S. Navy Language School.
(Curtain)
THE HACALYTE SONO
(Tune: »Abdul a Bulbul -'»)
He was a Harvard man far above par,
.And.roveri he tic sppôOLl -
The drunkest by far in the Hacalyte bar
Was an eminent member called Sol»
When they wanted a heel who could handle the wheel,
■ A-lusty, loud-singing sport,
A man of good men, but of dubious fame,
They always shouted for Nort»
In his uniform-blue and physique that shows through,
It's rumored that he'is a doorman;
But that couldn't be, for. so brainy is he -
The Calender-changer named Boorman*
But the member Serene is a pretty Marine,
Who can squelch anyone with a crack;
He's seen from afar like a red-shining star,
The fighter of bottles named Jack*
The handsomest face on the bar-^oom floor
Is Packman with heart so sincere»
His fellow creatures he does adore -
Especially the one in the mirror]
Le meilleur gentil des tous Hacalytes
S'appelle Desjardins,, roi dit»
Il nous fait a soupire
Quand il commence a rire -
Polar ses ans il n'est pas petit»
LET'S GET AWAY FROM IT ALL
Let's take a boat to Oahu
Let's take a plane to Palau,
Let's take a powder
To the land of Earl Browder,
Let's get away from it all.
Let's take a trip to the Ainus,
Let's have a chat by the hearth,
Let's take a senkan for Shina no engan,
Let's get away from it all
We'11 travel round from to to to,
Kihongo as we go,
Borrow douglr, when we get short,
Suifu in eveiy port - oh -
Let's have a bender in Boulder,
flatirons, phooey to you»
Enough of this benkyo,
We're going to Tokyo,
Let's get away from it allJ
e
GRINNELL
Words: BRONSTON
Music: BRONSTON
Straw Hats:BRONSTON
1st Verse (con ravioli)
Grin-nell, grin^nell,
Grin-nell, grin~nell, -
Gri~gri~gri-nell, Grinnell,
Gri-hi~nell, Grinnell.
2nd Verse (brontissimo)
CHIN-NELL, GRB^ELL,
GRINNELL GRINNELL
GRINNELL GRINNELL '
GRINNELL GRINNELL
#rd Verse (Expurgated in this edition« Cf• Waldo L. Slumme,
Songs of the Early Hebrew?, pp. 53~óO)
4th Verse (crescendo con volume)
GPJNNELI£RINNELL
GRINÎIELLGRINNELL
GRINNELLGRINNELL .
GRINNELLGRINNELL
5th Verse
This verse is substantially the same as the
preceding four, with the possible exception that the
crowd has become progressively drunker and is
probably out of hand by this time. This may re-
sult in the alteration of some of the more ii*-
tricate lines, but this is made up for by a
gratifying volume. This verse would look some-
thing this:
gRIn nel GRINNELL
rinnSil gRI X
Oh (added by Williams/ 1944 circa) Grinnell-
grinnell grinnell grinnell ♦*-
*The Song Grinnell ends at this point/
DRINK A HIGHBALL
(Dedicated to Father "Eric the Red,f Mist)
Drink a highball,,
At nightfall.
Be good fellows while you may,
For tomorrow may bring sorrow,
So tonight let's all be gay.
Tell the story
Of the glory, of Penn-syl-van-i-a*
Drink a highball at nightfall,
Brink a toast to dear old Perm/
IDT GIRL *S FROM BOULDER
My girl1s from Vassar,
None can surpass her.
She holds the stroke on the varsity crew*
And in my future life she1s going to be my Wife.
How in the hell did you find that out?
She told me sc.
My girl1s from Holyoke,
She taught me how to smoke;
She knows a dirty jol-çe.
I know one too.
And in my future life...
Vfy girlr è from Welle sley ,
I bounce her on my knee.
She thinks a lot of me,
I think so too,
And in my future life*.♦
% girl's from Boulder,
I like to hold her,
I want to love her-
Before I get older,
And in ray future life.^«.
My girl1s a Nami,
She4 s got me baliqy.
We love to do it
On the tatami,
And in my future life.4.*
A MAN WITHOUT A WOMAN
(Or the Pearl Harbor Plaint)
A man without a woman is like a- ship without a sail,
Is like a boat without a rudder,
Is like a kite without tail*
A man without à woman is like a wreck upon the sand,
But if there's one thing worse in'the Universe,
And it1 s a woman - I said a woman, I mean a woman -
without a man*
Now you can roll a silver dollar down upon the ground,
And it mill rö-o-oll, Becuase it's ro-o-ound,
A woman never knows what a good man she's got, until she
turns him down.
Now listen, my honey, listen to me,
Beoasue I want you to understand,
That as a dollar goes from hand to hand,
So a woman goes from man to man
Out in Boulder
So a woman goes from man to man
I really mean it
So a woman goes from man to man
Oh.on the greensward
So a woman goes from man to man
Oh at Panorama,
So a woman goes from man to man
And how they love it
So a woman goes from man to man
Now for the last time,
So a woman goes from man to man
I fooled you that time,
So a woman goes from man to man J
THE GREAT SHIP TITANIC
Oh, they built the ship Titanic,
Atìd when they were through,
They said they had a ship
Ihat the water would never get through,
But the Lord with his mighty hand,
Said the ship would never stand,
It was sad wht-i that great ship went down«
Chorus:
It was sad, mighty sad,
It was sad when that great ship went down
To the bottom of the -
Husbands and Y/ives,
Littles kiddies lost their lives,
It was sad when that great ship went down.
Oh, they were nearing Engaland,
,And approaching close to shore,
When the rich refused to associate with the pore,
So they put them down below,
Tîhere they were the first to go,
It was sad when that great ship went down.
Oh, they put the life-boats out
Ih the cruel and raging sea,
And the band struck up with
Nearer Ity God to Thee«
The children wept and cried,
As the water poured inside,
It was sad when that great ship went down.
IF YOU'RE FROü COLORADO
If yourre from Colorado* just come along with me
By the bright, shining light of the silvery moon
If yourre from Colorado, just come along with me
By the bright shining light of the moon —
By the light of the moon, by the light of the moon
By the bright shining light of the silvery moon
If youfre from Colorado, just come along with me,
By the bright shining light of the moon - .
TRE JOLLY STUDENT (Tune: »The Jolly Miller")
There was a language student once just bright as he could be,
Ho wore his buttons shined and brightj hefd never been to sea.
And this the burden of his song forever used to be,
I ca^e for nothing at all in life, but Japanese kanji,
Hhen came the day when out to sea our sailor hero sailed,
lhe bow went down and then came up; his handsome features paled,
And this the bürden of the song that evermore he wailed,
1 wish to Hell in Boulder town I!d miserably failed.
YANKEE DOODLE DANDY
I!m a Yankee Doodle dendy,
Yankee Doodle do or die,
A real life nephew from mine Httncle Sam,
Born on the fourth fromm Chilly,
1 a Yenlcee Doodle sveetheart hef,
She4s my Yenlcee Doodle joy.
Oh, Yenkee Doodle vent to town,
Just to ride the ponies,
I am a Yenlcee Doodle Boy J
ODE TO DEKFA GAMIA
I'm a dirty Delta Gamma,
Dirty till the day I die,
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty,
Dirty Delta Gamma,
I am a Delta Gamma 1KIJ
COLORADO FIÖKT SONG
Suzy-Q, truck on down,
Colorado Buffaloes, going to townJ
Shag to the left, shag*to the right,
Colorado Bisons, fight, fight, fight!
11
BROOKLYN COLLEGE
Brooklyn Co&litch, full fromm knowledge ~
Schpielt besketball,
Brooklyn Collitch, full fromm knowledge -
Pess dat ball.
Êbie shoots a besket,
Izzie makes a gohl.
Ain*t we got fun at Brooklyn Collitch,
Schpielink besketballj
POMONA
Feet sball, bazebohl -
Svimming in ah tenie•
We got lots of monyeh,
But we'keep it'in deh benk«
Pomona, Pomona,
It*s.a. collitchJ
C.C#N.Y
Ikey, liikqy, Jakey, Sam,
Vierre the boys who* eat no ham.
We play basketball, football, soccer,
We keep matzohs in our"locker•
CCNY, you're all right,
High atop St, Nicholas Height,
Kick him in the kishkas,
Fight, fight, fightJ
KfrlGUN NIHONGO GAKKO
Susume tsuwamono iza susume,
Seijqjao hata sakidateri
Min^ghu no tame no iya sakae
Riso no lami wo tatsuru made
Chorus:
Tsutome hagemeyo, kuni no tame
Sekai no hikari, oyobu made.
Aozora kakeru masura wo mo
Ymiiaza wo koyuru mono no fumo
ïliabara waoaru fur abito mo
Konage ni manabu harakaramo.
Honshu no chichi mo saidan ni
Hi wo sasagetari waga tame ni
Tus o ni otoragu is o shimo wa
Víarera no hornarezo kokoro shite.
AME AME
Ame, ame furi, furi, kaa san ga,
Chano me de o mukae, ureshii na#
Chorus:
Fichi, pichi, chappu, chappu
Ran, ran, ran.
AULD IANG SINE
Hotaru no hikari, mado no yuki,
Fumi yomu, tsukihi, kasane tsu tsu
It su shika toshi mo, stigi no tc5 wo
Akete zo, kesa wa
Wakare yuku#
AO ZORA
(TN: "Blue Heaven»)
Yugure ni aogi, watashi no ao zora,
Kikurete tadoru wa, wagaya no hBsTJ michi,
Semai nagara mo tanoshi wagaya,
Ai no hikari no sasu tokoro,
Koishi, iye koso, watashi no ao zora.
KHäl Gâ YO
Kimi ga yo wa
Chiyo ni yachiyo ni sazare.
Ishi wa iwa wo to narite
Koke no musu madeê
SHIBONE
Shibone, habana wa shizukana tsuki no yoi,
Shibone, tanoshiku utatJyo minnade,
Shibone, kokoromo hazumuyo konorizumu,
Kimito tp wo tori, odoroyo rumuba,
Uiaeya bayaseya shibone «•
13
THE J A SALT MINES
(The Tirud Translator's Lament)
( Tune : The Grandfather* s Clock)
I!m coming home to you, my lave,
À figure bent and gray j
They*ve let me out from the salt mines, loVe,
It1 s tWBnty-odd years and a day*
I've a story sad to tell,'love,
It1 s a thing I hat, to say,
But there*s no lead left in my pencil, love,
And my tool has shriveled away.
They told ue I was going out, love,
To fight for our family small,
But the bastards kept me there so long,
There'll be no family at all.
Ifvc watched the long years pass, lève,
And IH'c ! raited in my 4urn,
But whenever I wont vy leave chit up,
They simply marked it nTo Burn"*
I fa coring back to you) lève,
A figure bent and gray,
They1vc let me out of J i A, l&ve»
It1 s twenty-odd years and a day.
THE TRUE FORGOTTEN
(Tunc: Die Moorsoldaten)
Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Documents are everywhere,
See the lash that descends upon us,
Lrsh of Lv.chlan M. Sinclair.
Chorus: Wc ?.re the true forgotten,
Bleary and besotten,
It!s the ware
-Now for us there is no complaining,
Duty seldom calls at sea.
B^t can Army fox-hole training,
Ever match our misery?
Chorus: We1re.serfs of IJakalapa,
Slaves to the Kanji and the Kam,
It*s a bore.
Some day soon we shall be returning,
Dictionaries lost at sea.
Torn with deep and bitter yearning,
None have changed as much as we.
Chorus: We are the true forgotten,
Bored and bloody rotten
To the core ...
JŒNSON'BAR-
Oh, Johnson Bar, Oh, Johnson Bar,
How I wonder where you are,
Oh don't you really, really think,
It1s time we had another drink,
Oh, Johnson fer, Oh Johnson Bar,
How I wonder where you are I.
THE SAD SAGA OF A J , A JERK 14
(Sheehanrs Lament)
(Tune: "St# James Infirmary")
Oh, they sent me to Pearl Harbor,
And they put me right to work,
First I got Kanjunctivitis
Then one day I went beserk.
Chorus:
Let me go, let me go, let me go, Commander,
The war may go on for yars.
Don!t make me stay an ensign,
Cause I done bought my j, g, bars.
Oh, I stayed away from the office,
And I swam and 'road al.l day,
And I only went to J_,_ÄA,
To collect my mail and pay,
I thought that I had a system
And that I never would be missed,
But Woody looked round the office,
Put me down on his absence list*
Got a call from the Commander,
He says, "Where you been all day?"
Went down to Honolulu town
To see were my eyes OK.
Then he sent out a call for Mashbir,
He came running mighty fast,
And went into Honolulu,
Just to oheck up on my past*
They thought about a court martial,
Mashbir grinned like a Cheshire cat,
And went looking round the office,
But he only found one rat#
Nov/ I set next to the Commander,
And if he should raise his head,
And find that I-m not working,
I might as well be dead«
(TN: In this short,ineffably sad song is epitomized all of the pain
and suffering of the fine young man who were exiled to the bloody,
cruel salt mines of the Island of ûahu, T, H., he is but one of
the many who suffered for years, without public recognition and with
no hope of award«)
TAKE ME BACK TO THE MINLAND
(Tunes "Take Me Out to the Ball^Ganc")
Take me back to the Mainland,
Take me back there to stayf
I want to get into bed with my wife,
I'll stay there for the rest of my life.
I don!t want any palm trees,
All I want is a lei, L~E-I,
Honolulu's a 3ight,
But it1s no place at night,
So take me away*
(TN: Lei - a token of farewell. Not to be confused
with LAY.)
KAVY CHAIR CORPS SONG
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(Tune: Army Air Corps Song)'
\ Here we go, into the file case
yonder,
Diving deep into the drawer,
Here it is, buried away down under,
j That SNAFUed stuff we!ve been
searching for*
Off we go, into the CO* s office,
%:crt we ^et one helluva roar*. *
We live in miles of paper files,
But nothing will stop the Navy Chair Corps♦;
Here we go, intothe file case yonder,
Keep the margins level and fcfcue,
If you'd live to be a gray-haired wonder,
Keep your nose out of the glue*
Ofíi<Êe men, guarding the Navy*s red tape,
Y/e* 11 be there,'followed by more,
With dictionary, stationery,
Nothing can move the Ilavy Chair Corps,
v____.A BLUES
(Tune: It^/The Same The Whole World Over) '
While walking to J A, I hoard an Admiral- say,
There goes a fair young ensign, who* s being led astray♦
Then I walle ed in to the office, saw my. name upon a list, *
I was feeling irdghty jumpy, and I sure was mighty pissed* •
Then I looked out on Pearl K .rbor, and there what did I swv.,
But a rax at big Anqy transport, just writing there for inc# -
Oh, you can take your bars of silver,
And your buttons made of brass,
And when this war is over,
You can shove them up your ass*
IÍ0RE J____A BLUSS
(Tune: The Ballad'of Sir Foter Parker)
Mow listen, my lads, and a tale you shall hear,
That deserved to be written in meter,
How a J A'team got way off the beam
Because they forgot their saltpeter#
Rye toodel~ee-oh,'
Eye toodel-ee-aye,
Because they forgot their saltpeter*
With pistols so dear, and all sorts of"gear,
Froi-L field shoes to helmets to condums,
With jibikis in hand they left this fair land,
To solvo old Kihongo's conundrums»
Ihrc toodel-ee-oh,'
Rye toodel-ee-aye,
To solve old ITihongo's conundrums«.
Hßil THE MGNSr ROLLS IN
(Tune: Ify Bonnie)
ISy father makes beer in thé. bathtub,
i/y mother makes synthetic gin*
Liy sister loves hard for a living,
Ify God., how the money rolls ini
inj Ky God how the money rolls in, rolls in,
in^ My God how the money rolls in»
% brother f s a poor missionary, '
.He* s saving poor girlies-from sin,.- :
'He111 save you a blonde for a dollar,
. l'or God,-how the money rolls, inj
My sister's a madame on Maul, ~
Ly uncle makes Five-Islands Gin, '
My brother1 s a pimp for î he Arthur,
My God, how the money rolls inj
WHITE MISTRESS
I1m dreaming of a white mistress,'
Just like the ones I used to know,
With lips empassioned and charms unratloned,
And thighs that glisten like the'snow,
ITm dreaming of a white mistress, ,
The kind that the islands do not grow;
For though colors may change at night,
Y ut may all my mistresses be white«
IIm dreaming of a white mistress,
Uhmarred by wind or dust or sun,
Li!:e a supple willow with breasts to pillow
My tired head when day is done,
I'm drectming of a white* mistress,
ïïho? s neither yellow, tan^'nor black,
But dreaming!s not any fun, so
Knock it off and let's all hit the sack*
PACIFIC PRESCRIPTION
(Tune: Kumoresque)
Masturbation is the fashion^
For your unrequited passion,
If the girls can do it; why canft we?
According £0 your local prescher> ",
And your junior high school teacher^
Masturbation drives a person crazy*
But as the preacher bangs the'teacher,
Joy imprinted on each feature, ■' \
Makes him quite unqualified to judge, sooo
Shun the sordid imitationj v
Stick to lively fornication : * t «*
If you've anything to fornicate with »•«
But out here in the Pacific,
Purely as a soporific,
Nothing equals simple self-abusei
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HÏNKEY, DINKEY
The girls say "no" or "dekimasen", parlez-vous,
The girls say "no" or "dekimasen", parlez-vous,
The girls say "no" or ^dekimasen", -;.
Until they see a wad of Yen,
Hinkey, dinkey, parlez-vous.
At last we started out to sea, parlez*-vous, etc. -
We didn't know how sick we!d be, etc.
We came to Pearl and sat and sat, parlez-vous, etc, -
And sat, and sat, and sat, and sat, etc.
They take us cut to eat in a group, parlez-vous, etc, -
And even time us at our soup, etc.,
They clock us when we go to the head, parles-vous, etc. •
And even check on what we read, etc,
We*ve got to sign in on a sheet, parlez-vous, etc, -
To save the wear ontîashbir's feet, etc.
If you stop to talk to a guy, parlez-vous, etc» -
The Major gets that look in his eye, etc.
The checkers sit, red pencil in hand, parlez-vous, etc. •
-And thon rewrite evory word they can, etc.
The department heads they call hancho, parlez-vous, etc.
But they don!t pay them any more dough, etc.
The documents are wet and blurred, parle2-vous, etc, -
You canH even read a single word, etc.
They write in notes between the lines, parlez-vous, etc*
In sosho thatls too goddamed fine, etc.
The scanners sit and scan the stuff, parlez-vous, etc. -
To see that we1ve got work enough, etc.
LOVELY HULA HANDS
Lovely hula hands
Graceful :^s the birds in motion
Gliding like the gulls ofer the ocean
Lovely hula hands kou-lima-nani-o.
Lovely hula hands
Telling of the rain in the valley
And tho swirling winds o!er the pali
Lovely hula hands kou-lima-nani-e.
I can feel the soft caresses
Of your hula hands your lovely hula hands
Every little move expresses
So I * 11 understand all the tender meaning
Of your hula hands.
Finger tips that say aloha
Say to me again I love you
Lovely hula hands
Kou-lima-nani-e,.
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II
THE WJffi IN POA
In the tradition of their fathers1 ^Mademoiselle from
1 Armentierest! and their fathers1 fathers1
"Tenting Tonight11,
the men of World War II have produced a new crop of songs,
some happy, some sad, some humorous. For wherever soldiers,
sailors, and marines gather, new songs are born, old songs
are revised» Here are some minor classics which should be-
come smash hits, some other minor classics — unbelievably
minor, in fact ~ which never should have seen the light of
day. Alike only in their relation to the areas stretching
from Frisco to Pearl, from the Marshàlls to the Canal, from
the Philippines to the China Coast — the well-known and
oft-cussed POA — here they afe.
ANCHORS AWEIGH
Anchors aweigh, my boys, anchors aweigh,
Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-y~y-y.
< Through our last night on shore, drink
to the foam,
Until we meet once more —
Kerens wishing you a happy voyage home,.
Heave aho, there, sailor, everybody drink up while you may,
Heave aho, there, sailor, for you1re gonna sail at break of day.
Drink away, drink away, for you sail at break of day — Hey Î
Stand Navy down the field, color of the sky.
Yie1!! never change our course, so Amy, you steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll up the score, Navy, anchors aweigh,
Sail Navy, dôvm the field,
And sink the Army — sink the Army grey.
THE AHMT AIR CORPS SONG
Off wo go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun».
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
.At fem boys, give ler the gun!
Down we dive spouting our flame from under,
Off with one terrible roar!
We live in fame, go down in flame,
Boy! Nothing will stop the Army Air Corps.
Off we go into the wild sky yonder^
Keep the wings level and true*
If you1d live to be a grey-haired wonder,
Keep the nose out of the blue.
Flying men guarding the nation1s border,
We?ll be there, followed by more«
In echelon we carry onf
Boy! Where in the hell's the Army Air Corps?
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I DON»? ' ANT TO BE A SOLDIER
Monday I touched her on the ankle r
Tuesday I touched her on the knee,
Wednesday with success,. I lifted up her dress,
And Thursday her chemise - Gor~blimey#
Friday I laid my hand upon it,
Saturday she gave my balls a tweek, woo, wool;
Sunday after supper, I rammed the damned thing up rer,
And now Urn paying seven and six a week - Gor-blimey.
Oh I donTt want to be a soldier,
I don't want to go to war,
I just want to hang around Picadilly underground,,
Li vin * off the earnings of a high-born ly-dee*
I don't want a bayonet up my arse hole,
I don't want my buttocks shot away,.
I want to stay in England, in merrie, merrie England,.
And roger all my friggin' life away - Gor-blimey..
I don't want to be a hero,
I don't víant the medals that they wear,.
I just want to hang around,.-want to kick the gong the around,.
Want to dip my wick into a high-born ly-dee.
Call out the Army and the Ny-vee,
Call out the rank and the file,
Call out the loyal territorials,
They ' 11 face danger with a smile - Gor~blimey.
Call out the members of the Old Brigade,.
They'll set England free,.
Call out your mother, your sister and your brother,
But for God's salie, don't call mej<
WALTZING MATILDA
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong
linder the shade of a koolabah tree,
And. he sang as he sat and waited while his billy boiled,
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me#
Chorus:
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he sat and waited Whil£ hifTbilly boiled,
You'll come a~waltzing Matilda with me«,
Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong«
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee,
And he sang as he tuákéd that jumbuck in his tuckerbag,
You'll come a~waltzing Matilda vdth ine.
Down came the stockman riding on his thorobred,
Down came the troopers - One, two, three!
ïïhere's the jolly jumbuck you'Ve got in your tuckerbag,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me*
Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong.
You'll never catch me alive, said he*
And his ghost may be heard as you walk beside the billabong,
You'll come a^waltzing Matilda with me.
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umim hyìsn
From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli,
We fight mar countryts battles on the land as on the sea*_
First to fight for right and freedom,
And to keep our honor clean,
We are proud to cria im the title of United States Marines*
From the Pest Hole of fevite to the Ditch at Panama,
You will find them very needy of Marines, thatls what we are*.
We're the watch dogs of a pile of coal, or we dig a magazine,
Though our job lots are quite manifold, Who would not be a Iterine»
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun,
We've fought in every clime and place where we could take a gun,
In the snows of far-off northern lands, and in sunny tropic scenes,
Xou will always find us on the job, the United States Marines*
Herefs health to you and to the Corps which we are proud to serve,
In many a strife werve feught for life* and never lost our nerve*.
If the Army and the Navy ever look on Heaven's scenes,
They will find the angels sleeping with the United States Marines« _
BLESS «EM ALL
Dougout Doug
Now the greatest of generals is Douglas the Proud*
Writer of fine flowing prose,
He paces the floor as his orders ring out,
Down through his aquiline nose.
Now he writes his dispatches in bundles and batches,
And each in a style so sublime.
The gyrenes are doing my fighting again,
So give lem a fuckin' this time!.
Write fem all, write !em all, write Tem all with great gusto and gall,
Write cause I1m giving the home folks a thrill,
Cause soon I!ll be writing from Capitol Hill.
From my hotel CP I will call to my troops, do not falter at all.
In my dispatch files I marched 90 miles,.
And Japs by the millions did fall]
CHORUS* Bless lem all,, bless !em all,.
The long and the short and the tall,
Theref11 be no promotions this side of the ocean,
So cheer up, my lads,, bless rem allj
They asked for the Army to come to Tulagi,
But Douglas MacArthur said, Noi
He galore for a reason it isnlt the season,
Besides there is no U*.S«0*
Bless rem all, bless rem all, the long and the short and the tall,
Bless all the pelicans and dogfaces too,
Bless Doug MacArthur, he's sure to bless youI
Now they*re saying good-bye to us all,
As back to our foxholes we crawl.
There'll bo no promotions on MacArthur1s blue ocean,
So cheer up gyrenes, bless fem all*
Mortarmanfs Song
We own the weapon that nobody loves,
They say that our gun1s a disgrace*
We come up 200 and 200 mare, and it lands in the very same place»
Now therefs many a gunner a->blowin* his top,
Observers are all going madt
But devotion has lasted for that pig-tiron bastard,
The best gun the world ever hadt
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Bless 'em all, bless !em all, shells heavy, big., light, and tall
Bless high explosives and pull out the pin,
• Check all your charges and drop the shell in#
For it's out of the gun with a wham,
Where it lands we don't give a damn*
For it's over or under, if it's on it's a wonder,
The life of a poor mortar mani
Raider's Song
We are the Raiders from old Quantico, headed for old Tokyo,
With special weapons to shoot up the town,
Japs will be lying around.
Where we are to go they say nobody knows,
Specially trained for a fight,
So don't get nonactions and drink up your lotions,
C'mon and get into the fightÍ
Get your gun, get your gun, we've got TojoTs sons on the run,
Don't let them stop or they'll come back for more«
And when they come back then we'll really get sôre.
Now they're saying good-bye to us all,
As back to their Emperor they crawl,
We'll drink all their sake and really go wac&y,
So line up your sights, make 'em fall]
ÜSS Fayette
We ride in the vessel the Japs wouldn't have-,
They call it the USS Fayette,
They put us in bull pens and turn on the steam,
And get all our clothes wringing wet#
Now there's many a gyrene a-sweatin' away,
His uniform reeks of B.O.
It is our position by naval tradition
To sleep with the cattle below*
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, those pelican lads got their gall,
Bless regulations that glare in your face,
Pelicans only can sit in this place»
Now our deck space is just two by four,
Each day they keep roping off more.
Their reason why, is the paint isn't dry,
Where the swabbios had pissed on the floor#
Piss Call Charlie
At night Piss Call Charlie comes over to peddle
Scrap metal made in U.S.A.
The 3rd defense finds him, their searchlights they blind him,
And shoot flak all over the bay.
They line up their sights as they turn on the lights,
And then the guns go with a wham.
They light up a trail behind his tail,
And bombs come down with a bamI
Bless 'em all} bless 'cm all, they can't scoile a hit at all!
Bless Piss Call Charlie, he's towing a sleeve,
The one thing they hit and it looks like a sieve.
Now he's saying Banzai to us all,
For tomorrow night he will call,
Condition rod, we'll roll out of bed,
And back to our foxholes we'll crawl!
Paramarines
Now the Paramarines, those high-priced gyrenes,
Spent many a month on their ass*
A-shining their boots up and lookin' tough,
And polishing up all their brass.
Now they took Hill 1000 with great opposition,
The lone sniper already dead,
A cocoanut tumbled from out of a tree,
And conked him cold on the head*
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Bless'em all., bless 'em all, they ain't got no chow at all.
They asked for some transports to drop it by 'chute
Which Nipponese, Seabees, and Raiders did loot,
For it landed in front of their line «•
They said, "It's too hot at this time»
There's 'chutes in the banyans 'way down in the canyons.
But we're trigger-happy,11 they pined*
An Ode to the 27th Division
Said "Howlin' Mad" Smith in the fight for Saipan
To the doggies that came for the. ride,
"Get out of 2rour foxholes and flush out the Japs
On lit♦ Topatchau's rugged sidei"
Now there were just three snipers that stood in the way,
But the whole damn division stood still*
"A reinforced army has got us pinned down,
Withdraw from this treacherous hillI"
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, that dogface is sure an eight-ball!
Bless all the doggies near Nafutan Point,
The Japs made a BANZAI and cleaned outthe joint —
"Now we heard that there was a good, show,
At Garapan's new U.,3,0« —
Wefve come to attend it, sit up and defend it,
'Cause the Japs are still coming you know]"
On D-Day plus eight and a little bit late,
Our "dogfaces" came in on time^
With planted explosives and fixed bayonets,
Assaulted the wash on the line,
Nov/ there's many a camera a-grinding away
and seabe^s a-washing their clothes.
"Irve come to your rescue through perilous odds^"
Says MacArthur wherever he goes,.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, they're reluctant to move out at all,
Bless doggie generals a-pulling their rank,
Kicking Seabees off dozers, ïîarinos off their tanks,
They put doggies on board in their place,
So the YANK magazine will have space
To point out with pride how they turned the tide
And the Japanese general lost face!
They ordered the Jap fleet to com out of hiding
And fight us till victory is won-.
Those Qyrenes have landed on Saipan's shore
With the Emperor's men on the runf
Now there's many a reason for pulling this move.
The homeland it mustn't be hit —
They must keep tfeir face with the Japanese people,
Or Tojo will have to eat shit I
Bless rem all, bless 'em all, with this they will rise
or they'll fall.
Bless Nippon's admirals for figuring it,
Bless Premier Tojo —■ he had to eat shit J
Now they1re saying BANZAI to us all, as into the water they fall,
"So sorry please, we're down^on our knees,
And Tojo's behind the eightbalU"
"I've Returned!"
On A-Day plus eighty still fighting on Leyte,
Was old "Dugout-Doug" and his boys»
Still shooting the trees up in Ormoc Bay and making a helluva noise*
Now the Japs had knee mortars as only supporters,
While Doug had his long-toms no end ~~
Enough for today, let1s go to the play,
Entertainment ..for our fighting men.
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"I've returned, I've returned, with fiery vengeance to burn.
ííy air force is hitting them hard in the rear,
My soldiers are all drinking blue ribbon beer*
Now îiy Navy has swept the seas clean,
From Pearl to the green Philippines,
Against Jap logistics, I'll hurl my stati sties.
And then I will call KT Marine si"
Now one day off Palau, while quizzing a PÛV,
I asked what he thought of the war,
And what tte Marines, those low-brow gyrenes,
Were doing to even the score —
0, he thought for a while and gave us a smile.
And said as he spit on the floor,
"They're a drop in the ocean, the mildest commotion,
And soon there won't be any more«"
Bless 'cm all, bless 'em all, the long and the short and the taU,
The day is at hand when on China we'll land,
All troops under MacArthur's command.
We'll be saying goodbye to you all,
As back to your foxholes you crawl.
There'll be no promotions-- it's no Marine notion —
So cheer up my lads, bless 'em alii
l'VE GOT SIX-PMCE
I've got six-pence — jolly, jolly six-pence
I've got six-pence to last me all my life.
I've got tuppence to spend, and tuppence to lend,
And tuppence tosend home to my wife.
No cares have I to grieve me,
No pretty little girls to deceive me —
I'm happy as a lark, believe me,
As we go rolling, rolling home«
Chorus:
Rolling home, rolling home,
By the light of the silvery moonj
Happy is the day, when the Navy gets its pay,
As we go rolling, rolling homef
MORE ~ BLESS 'EM ALL
On D-Day plus twelve with no thought of themselves,
The legions came in with a lureh.
So right through Mindoro they stormed with a will
Brave Doug's record not to besmirch♦
'Sut, alas and alack, the uncharted facts
Presented themselves by the score,
It just so occurred that a local quartet
Had cleaned out the joint weeks before,
I1 ve returned, Ifve returned 1 With fiery vengeance to burnì
l&y air force is hitting them hard in the rear,
My soldiers are all drinking blue~*ibbon beer:
Now My Navy has swept the seas clean>
From Pearl to the green Philippines,
Against Jap logistics I<11 hurl my statistics,
And then I will call l$jr Marines!
A HELLUV-. EUGIKE2R 24
(Tune: "A Ramblin' Wreck - ")
«
Come all yov- gallant soldiers, and a story you shall hear,
Of the trails and tribulations of an .iray Engineer,
* Like every honest-soldier he took his whiskey
clear
Till General Scott said: "You shall nob touch whiskey, wine or beer*"
Chorus :
Ke!s a helluva, hers a helluva, helluva, helluva engineer,
A rambling skat o fron any old state, and. nothing does he fear«
He tried to do his duty, and he tried to do it well,
But the Captain and the Sgt* and the Cpl# gave him hell#
They took him to the rifle range to learn to fire at vdll,
The aiming :md the trigger squeeze, the enemy to kill»
His rifle kicked him in the jaw, he missed the bull a mile,
For the chow-shack is the only place that he shows any style*
The doctor looked him over and the doctor grinned with glee,
"A shot in the arm vdll do no harm, bring on the large scr:iee**gee*n
With fifty-million typhoid bugs patrolling thru his blood,
They shot in fifty million more, and then"hi s home was mud,
THE BOYS FR0Í THE 6TK i.J'»R DIV
(Tune: »A Ramblin1 Wreck ~ »)
Oh, we're the boys from 6th t'arDiv, ae're not so very; neat,
We seldom wash our hands and we never wash our feet,
* We1re nubs about the women, we're crazy about
the booze,
Oh, we're the boys from 6th UarDiv - Now, who the hell are you?
Oh, we're the boys from 6th UarDiv, and we don't give a damn,
If you've got a job you cannot do, get away because we can!
We're nuts about the women,' we're crazy about the boose,
Oh, we*re the boys from 6th FarDiv - How, who the hell are you?
ÎEDIC'S CHAÎ7T
(Tune: "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet")
Get out that- old. broken tibia, and hitch it to the fibula,
And put the v/hole damn works in. a cast, arid on a khaki stretcher,
They will come and fetch yer, and you'll be pushing diasies thru the
grass*
EDSOÏPS RAIDERS
(Tune: "VcNamara's Band")
Oh, we are Edson1s Raiders, we're the numbers of a band,
Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land
We played on the islands, and had a lot of fun,
But what a day we'll all enjoy when the war is won*
Chorus:
Oh, the ÎKL's barig, the machine guns clang, and the mortars
blaze away,
Vfo hope to hell we hold the line until the break of day*
There's A and B and C and D, but no more Company E,
A finer band of old Ilarihes there never has been seen.
We landed on Tulagi, and the island we soon had;
We moved on to old Canal, it really wasn't bad,
Vie held our lines on Lunga Ridc:^, ;.nc. iK.ver gave an inch,
Ti:.- first and 2nd Hatanikau, they realty were a cinch*
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Right now we are rehearsing;°for another-big áffàip,
r'e'll take another island, and the Japs will all be there,
And when they see us streaming on, they*!! take off on the run,.
iie'11 sey, n01d pal, from Guadalcanal, we didnTt come here for funi"
All wear a suit of dungarees, it'n camouflaged in green,.
A tougher looking bunch of men, there'never has been soon».
There1 s Tom and Jack and Sam and Jake, you111 see no stranger sight,
All dressed up in their battle togs, all ready for a fight«.
MARINE CORPS FLYING SONG
(Tune: ?,0n the Road to Mandalay")
Take me somewhere east of Ewa, where the best ain't like the worst,
Where there ain't no Doug KacArthur, and a man can drown his thirst;
Where the Army takes the medals, and the Navy takes the queehs,
And the boys that take the fucking are the United States Marinas*
Chorus:
Hit the road to Gi%o Bay, where the Nip fleet spends the day.
You can hear the duds a~chunkin' from Habaul to Lunga Bay«
'Pack a load to Gizo Bay, where the float-plane Zero's play,
And the bombs come down like thunder, on the natives 'eross the way.
ROLL YOUR LEG OVER
I wish all girls were like B-24's,
And I were a pilot, I'd make them all whores,
Oh, roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over the man in the moon,
1 wish all girls were like chicks in the springtime,
And I were a cock, IM screw them in swingtime,
I wish that all girls were like little white- rabbits,
And I were a hare, I'd teach them bad habits,
I wish that all girls were like girls down in Sydney,
I may not have much, but I stall have one kidney,
I wish that all girls were like fish in a'pool,
And I were a pike with a water-proof tool,
I wish that all girls were like goats in the woods,
And I were a ram, I'd teach them what's good»
ARTILLERY SONG
Ove? hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail
And the caissons go rolling alongé
In and out, hear them shout — counter march and right about
And the caissons go rolling along•
Chorus:
Then it's Hi! KiJ Heel in the Field Artillery
Shout out your numbers loud and strong.
Where'er you go, you will always knew
That the caissons are rolling along.
In the storm, in the night, action left or action right;
See the caissons go rolling alongt
Limber front, limber rear, prepare to mount, you cannoneer
And the caissons go rolling along*
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THE RADIOMAN'S 1ALENT
(Tune: "The Man on the Flying Trapeze")
Oh, once I was happy but now I'm a wreck,
I put in four months as a radio tech,
And waded thru snow from my toes to my neck,
Give ear while an ROI I speaks;
Oh, I fly thru the air in a B-24»
It's loaded with Looies and Sergeants galore-,
But Ilm just a plain PFC*
I sit and I sit in my radio shack
The pilot1s in front and the gunner's in back
And dodges bullets when Zeros attack?
And yet I'm a plain PFC»
Oh, I fly thru the air in a B-17,
The pilot is 20, the gunner!s 19,
And Ifm 26, and wherever I'm seen,
I'm still just a plain PFC*
Oh, one day I know, at some not distant date
A bullet will up thru my third vertebrate,
And when I report at :that" heavenly gate
I'll still be a plain PFC.
LT WILD- EYED CADET
(Tune: »l'y Wild Irish Rose")
Ly wild-eyed cadet, he ain't learned nothin1 yet.
He noses her down, when close to the ground,
Ly wild-eyed cadet]
He slips in his banks, if he lives, we'll all give thanks,
I hear drums beating low, and men marching slow.
Behind wild-eyed cadets.
KAY-PEE M/iRCKING SONG
(Tune: »Field Artillery Song")
Over sinks, over pails, with the'sergeant on our tails,
All the KP's'arc scrubbing along,
Shining pots, shining pans, cleaning out the garbage cans,
All the KP's are scrubbing along,
Oh, it's hi, hi, hee, in the kitchen scullery
Sixteen long hours of the day.
And where we go, by our smell you111 know
That the KP1s are scrubbing along,
That the KP * s are scrubbing alongé
Peeling spuds, washing peas, scouring floors on hands and knees,
All the KP's are scrubbing along,
Stoking fires, hauling coals, till there's murder in our souls,
All the HP's are scrubbing along*
Oh, it's hard to sing, when you':re scrubbing everything,
Sinatra should try it for a day,
Arid where we go, by our smell you'll know.
That the KP's are scrubbing along«
BOUSED LAST NIGHT
(Tune: "Drunk Last Night -■"■).
Bombed last night, bombed the night before.
Gonna get bombed tonight like we never got bombed before,
For when we're bombed we're: scared as we can be,
Oh, God damn the Japs with their bakugekikil
They're over us* they're over us, one fox^hole for the foui of us,
Glory be to God that there are no more of us,
Ill 27
Political Potpourri.
To those of you blessed - or damned - with a social sense
and visions of a Facist-free world - this section is dedicated.All
of us who looked out from ivoiy towers during the f30's and watched
the pattern of Manchuria and Ethiopia and Spain burst into the
horrors of today, who read FM and PR, who debate over the future
of Soviet influence in the Far East and Britain1s position in the
new European order, who discuss the PAC and the TVA and the WLB,
who worry over racial intolerance and cartels and India and the
South may find familiar notes in the following pages.
NATIVE LAND
Everywhere life's forces freely brought theo,
As the Volga1s ample waters flow,
To our youth now every door is open,
Everywhere our old men honoured go.
Everywhere throughout our mighty union,
All our people flourish free from strife,
Side by side, the white, the dark, the yellow
Build in peace a richer, better life.
But that now the foe has tried to smash us,
Tried to desolate our land so dea.r,
Like the thunder, like the sudden lightning,
Wo now givo our answer sharp and clear.>
Like the thunder, like the sudden lightning,
T7e now give our answer, sharp and clear.
hans beimler
Vor Madrid in Schutzengraben Eine Kugel kam geflogen,
In die Stunde der Gefahr, Aus der Heimat für ihn her
Mit der eisernen Brigaden Der Schuss war gut erwogen
Sein Herz voll Hass .geladen Der Lauf war gut gezogen
Stand Hans der Kommissar,. Ein Deutchcs Schiessgewehr,
Stand Hans der Kommissar. Ein Deutchcs Schiessgewehr.
Seine Heimat muss er lassen Kann dir die Hand d'rauf geben
'Teil er Freiheitskämpfer war Dei weil- ich eben lad1
Auf Spaniens blut1gen Strassen Du bleibst in uns-rom Leben
Für das Recht der armen Klassen Dem Feind wird nicht vergeben
Starb Hans der Kommissar Hans Bcimlcr, Kamerad
Starb Hans dor Kommissar. Hans Beimler, Kamerad.
DK KDORàOLD^TSN- 2
Wohin, auch das Auge blicket
Moor und Heide nur ring san:
Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket
Wichen stehen kahl und krumm«,
TVir sind die Mo^rsold vben
Und ziehen mit dem spaten
ins loor*
Auf und nieder geh*n die Posten
Keiner, keiner kann hindurch*
Flucht wird nur das Leben kosten£
vierfach ist vxnz aunt die Burg
Wir ind die ,*.,.
Doch für uns gibt es kein Klagen,
Ewig kanns nicht "anter sein
Einmal werden froh wir sageni
Heimat du bist wieder meint
Dann ziehrn die Lo&rsoldaten
Kichtniehr mit dem Spaten
ins Loor*
Far and wade as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are everywhere,
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare,
7e are the peat bog soldiers,
;7e!re marching with our shades,
To the bog.
Up and down the guards are pacing,
No one, no one can get through«
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire greet our view
.7e are the •. ♦
But for us there is no complaining
"Jinter wi3.1 in time be past,
One day we shall cry rejoicing:
Homeland dear, you1re mine at last*
Then will the : eat-hog soldiers
Inarch no more vdth their spades,
To the bog*
DIE TMàlI.iANIÌ-KOLONNE
Spaniens Kimme! breitet seine Sterne
Über unsre Schützengräben aus*
Und der Morgen gcüsst schon aus der Ferne
Bald geht es zum neuen Kampf hinaus (Repeat)
Die Heimat ist weit.
Doch wir sind bereit
"Tir kämpfen und siegen für di ehr
Freiheit t
Dem Faschisten v/erden wir nicht weichen,
Schickt er auch die Kugeln hageldicht'
Lit uns stehn Kameraden ohne gleichen
Und ein Rüchwärts gibt es für uns nicht (Repeat)
Die Heimat •,*.**
Rührt die TrommelÍ Fallt die Bajonette
Vorwärts marschÍ Die Sieg ist under Lohnt
Mit der roten Fahne! Brecht die Kette!.
Auf zum Kampf das Thälmann-Bataillon! (Repeat)
Die Heimat etc . .#♦
LOS CUATROS GENERALES
29
/: Los auatrosgénérales :/
namita mia
/: que se han alzado :/
/: Para la Nochebuena :/
mamita mia
/; seran ahorçados :/
/: Madrid que bien resistes :/
mamita mia
/: las bombardarci :/
/: De las bombas se rien :/
mamita mia
/: las Madrilenos :/
/: Madrid, dich vmnderbare i/
mamita mia
/: dich wollten sie nehnen :/
/: Doch deiner treuen Söhne ;/
mamita mia
/: brauchst du dich nicht schömen :/
/: Und alle deine Tränen :/
mamita mia
/: die werden wir rächen :/
/; Und alle unsre Knechtshaft :/
mamita mia
/: die werden wir brechen 1/
The four insurgent generals,
Mamita'Mia,
They tried to betray us#
At Christmas, holy evening,
Mamita Mia,
They!ll all be hanging.
Madrid, you wondrous city,
Mamita Mia,
They wanted to take you#
But your courageous children,
Mamita Mia,
They did not disgrace you.
And all your tears of sorrow,
Mamita Mia,
Tub shall avenge them.
And all our age-old bondage,
Mamita Mia,
T/e! 11 break asunder«
DAS LIED VON DER EINHEITSFRONT
Y como ser humano, el hombre lo que quiere es su pan#
Las habladurias le baston ya, porque estas nada le dan.
Pues: un, dos, très; Pues: un, dos, très,
Companero, en tu lugarÍ
Porque eres del pueblo afiliate ya
En el frente popular*
And just because he's human, he doesn't like a pistol to his head,
He wants no servants under him, and no boss over his head.
So left, two, three] So left, two, threeI
To the work that we must do.
March on in the workers' united front,
For you are a worker too.
Tu es un ouvrier —— ouii Viens avec nous, ami, nfai pas peur]
Nous alons vers la grande union, de tous les vrais travailleurs!
Marchons au pas, marchons au pas,
Camarades, vers notre fronti
Range-toi dans le front de tous les ouvriers
Avec tous les frères étrangers.
Und weil der Prolet ein Prolet ist,
Drum Yiird ihn kein anderer befreiTn,
Es kann die Befrieung der Arbeiter
Nur das Werk der Arbeiter sein.
Drum links, zwei-dreij Drun links., zwei-dreij
VJo dein Platzf Genosse ist!
Reih1 dich ein die Arbeitereinheitsfront,
Weil du auch ein Arbeiter bistf
Bandiera rosa triumfera, bandiera rosa triumfera,
Bandiera rosa tripifera, EiJ Viva la socialisma e liberta!
0 proletari, a la stazione, revoluzione, revoluzione,
0 proletari, a la stazione, revoluzione volemo fa*
Revoluzione volemo fa, revoluzione volemo fa,
Revoluzione volemo fa, EiJ Viva la Socialism o liberta!
INTERNATIONAL
Arise ye prisoners of starvation
Arise ye v/rotched of the earth
For justice thunders condemnation
A better world1 s'' in birth.
No more traditionV chains shall b£nd us
Arise ye slaves, no more in thrall
The Earth shall rise on new foundations
Ye have been nought, ye shall be all
*Tis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The InternationaljSôviet
Shall be the human race
fTis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The International Soviet
Shall be j&ie human race*
SONG OF THE UNITED NATIONS
Ma blonde, entends«*iu de la ville,
Flisser les fabriques et les trains,
Allons au devant de la vie,
Allons au devant du matin.
A bout ma blonde, chantons aux vents
A bout amiei.
On va ver le soleil levant notre pays*
IA MARSEILLAISE
Allons enfants de la Patrie]
Le jour de gloire est arrivej
Contrenous de la tyrannie
L*étendard sanglant est leve,
L'étendard sanglant est leve,
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras,
Egorger vos fils et vos compagnes —
Aux armes, Citoyensl
Formez vos battaillonsî
Marchons, marchonsJ . Qufun sang impur
Abreuve nos sillonsÌ
"AVANTI F0P0L0
Avanti popolo, a la rescosa, bandiera rosa, bandiera rosa,
Avanti popolo, a la rescosa, bandiera rosa triumfera»
OLD PAINT
31
M-y daddy was cowboy and I'm follerin1 his footsteps
Riding the range
* My chaps are wide my fhirt is red, 1*11 wear my Stetson
!till
Ihn dead*
I keep my boots on the table .
* I brand cows and turn them free
But the brand ain't what it used to be
'Cause my Old Paint's a hoss with a union label,
When I was a little feller and I seen a cowboy picture
My daddy told me
A cowboy's life is mighty lean
when he ain't herdin' cows on a movie screen
So hear what your"daddy's advising:
ïïhen you swing yotr lariat you're one of the proletariat
So find yourself a hoss and start organizing,
I went down to the old corral to pick me out a bronco
Like my daddy told me
I looked them over one by one, and there was a great big stallion
Like you won't find in no millionaire's stable
He was trilâ and proud and free
And he pawed the sky and looked at me and blazing on his side
ïïas a union label•
The foreman he was standing there and said by God he!d ride him.
Paint he jest snickered
'Cause the mean coyote was a company spy
TJhich was why he landed in a tree nearby and ran home crying for
mother,
But I showed Paint my union card and be says to me climb right
on pardner,
i I've got plenty of room for a Union
brother.
Now some day I'll be laid to rest
But I got a feeling
Paint, he'll never die
He'll thunder on through the wild mosoxuite
To be on time at a union meeting, strong and fearless and able
* And working people thorugh the land will know it's a good
America^
ïïho ride on the hoss with a union label.
Old Paint, Old Paint, a prouder hoss ! there .aiti:'.t,
Cause my old Paint's a hoss with a union label.
STRANGE FRUIT
High on the tree there's a strange fruit,
Blood on the tree and blood at the root.
Black bodies swaying in the summer breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
Those bulging eyes and that twisted mouth,
Smell of magnolias sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh*
Here is some food for the crows to pluck,
For the wind to gather for the breeze to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop.
Here is a strange and' bitter ^crop * •«*
HÀND m DOWN MÏ VtólAING «hNÜ
(New Words—Qld Tune)
32
In '17 we went to war, in '1? we went to war.
In '17 we went to war; in '44 the cannons roar
Time to turn those guns the other way«
In bosses1 war the worker gets, (3x)
k bellyfull of bayonets.
Time to turn those guns the other way.
In workers* war the worker gets, (3x)
Á government of Soviets,
Time to turn those guns che other way.
Oh, Churchill tried to thwart DeGaulle, (3*)
But sly DeGaulle was on the ball,
Oh Boy, he turned those guns the other way.
Athenian workers all see red, (3x)
But Churchill puts their hopes to bed,
It1s time to turn those guns the other way.
He, spreads his fingers in a nVn, (3x)
That means a Bourgeois Victory.
It's time to turn those guns the other way*
The Belgians fought in Freedom's name, (3x)
But Churchill gypped them just the same.
Its time to turn those guns' the other way*
In f39 it was Franco, Ox J, In '43 Badoglio.
It's time to turn those guns the other way.
Chiang Kai ùhek fought with Japan (3x)
By, neutralizing irted Yenan .
It's time to turn those guns the other way.
The Churchill clique is mighty slick, (3xJ
But Uncle Joe is just as quick.
It's time to turn those guns the other way.
JOj£ HILL
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,alive as you and me.
öays I, nBut Joe^ you're ten years dead,11
,lI never died,11 says he. (Repeat)
"In Salt Lake,Joen,by God, says I, him standing by my bed,
%vThey framed you on a mur dur charge,
Says Joe, "but I ain't aead. »(Repeat )
\îhe copper bosses shot you,Joe,they killed you,Joe],says I.
Takes more thsn guns to kill a man,
oays Joe,"I didn't die. "(Repeat)
una standing there as big as life,and smiling with his eyes,
aeys Joojtohat they forgot to kill
Vient on to organize." (Repeat)
*Froni San Diego up to Maine,in every mine and mill,
Whcire working men uefend their rights,
It's ohere you'll find Jo^ Hill]1 (Repeat)
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Drinking pitties and College Classics.
The prevailing Polynesian picture of men without women
becomes definitely worse if we were to face drinking without sing-
ing. The places may vary — bars, dormitories, BOQ's, the inevi-
table kitchens* Elsewhere the surroundings may also differ — stqg
picnics, sorority dances, train compartments, hotel rooms• But win-
ter and summer, Stanford and Harvard, looped or only starting —
the songs remain notable standard.
Almost inseparable from this group of general drinking
songs are those made famous by the colleges and universities of the
country. Thus, in recognition of the sophmoric spirit which we try-
soften inadequately - to disguise, the letter are added* Every one
is not included, nor are all the local delicacies rolled off ruby
lips at sorority hen sessions. Just a few,simple, singable items•
MINNIE THE MEKMAID
Oh,oh,oh,oh, what a time I had with Minnie the Mermaid,
Down at the bottom of the sea.
I forgot my morals, down among the corals,
Every time she sat upon my knee-ee~ee#
And every night when the starfish oame out,
I hugged and kissed her sooo much.
Oh, what a time I had with Minnie the Mermaid,
Down in her seaweed bungalow (you dirty maideni)
Down in her seaweed bungalow,
I «LL TAKE THE LEG FRCM OFF THE TABLE
I'll take the leg from off the table,
I111 take an arm from off a chair,
1*11 take the body from the davenport,
And from the mattress get the hair.
1*11 take the neck from off a bottle,
And them I bet you when I'm through,
I111 get a lot. more loving
From that goddam dummy,
Than I ever got from you*
IOU CAN EASILY TELL
You can easily tell she1s not my mother,
1Cause my mother's only 49•
You can easily tell she1s not my sister,
1 Cause Ild never show my sister such a wonderful time«
You can easily tell she1s not r^ sweetie,
*Cause my sweetie is too refined,
She1s a good little kid who likes a good time,
She's just a personal friend of mine
You heard me say it Í
Just a pergonal friend of mine.
BRÛAIKAÏ'S A ïAàE STREET
Broadway's a tame street
Compared to our main street,
All dressed up on Saturday night.
Right from Perkins! Corner
To the Second Presbyterian Church,
You can see those little Jackie Homers
/ill dressed up and standing on the corners,
Looking them over, the girls from the clover.
Corn-fed and struttin* up and do~o-own«
Though their skirts may be of gingham
IT1s the saucy way they swing 'em,
Brings the drummers to our home town*
Though their skirts may be of flannel
IT's the zipper in the panel,
Brings the drummers to our home town.
Though their skirts may be of taffeta,
It1s their bodies that they're after,
Brings the drummers to our home town,
Though their skirts may be of linen,
It1s the joy that lies within 'em
Brings the drummers to our home town«
Though their skirts may be of serge,
It's the biological urge,
Brings the drummers to our home town.
Though their skirts may be of cotton,
It's the joys that can be gotten,
Brings the drummers to our home town.«
Though their skirts may be of nylon,
It's the way the boys all pile on,
Brings the drummers to our home town«
BiilBOO BUN&iCTi
1*11 build a bungalow big enough for two,
Big enough for two, my Honey,big enough for two*
And when we're married, happy we'll be,
Underneath the bamboo, underneath the bamboo tree.
Boom,boom - boom, boom - boom, boom, boom, boom!
If you'll be M I N S (spell) mine, .
I'll be T H I N E thine,
■ And I'll L 0 VE love you,
. All the T I M E time.
You are the BEST best,
Of all the REST rest,
And I'll L 0 V E love you,
All the TIMS time-
Rack 'em up, stack !em up — Any ol' time 1
EAST SIDE, "EST SIDE
East side, 'Test side, all around the town,
Tots played Ring~a-Rosy, London Bridge's falling
down*
Boys and girls together,me and Hamio O'Rourke,
Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of
New York*
TPE SOUSE FAMILY 35
Drink, drink, drink, drink,
Drank, drank, drank, drank,
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk,
Drunk last night, drunk the night before,
Gonna get drunk tonight like I never got drunk before.
1 Cause when I!m drunk I'm as happy as can be,
For I am a member of the Souse family.
Now the Souse family is the best family,
That ever came over from Old Germany,
Tnere!s the Amsterdam Dutch, there's the Rotterdam Dutch,
There1 s the Pottsd'im Dutch, and the Goddam Dutch*
God made the Irish, and he didn't make much,
But they're a damn' sight bettor than the goddam Dutch!
So, glorious, glorious,one keg of beer for the iour of us,
And glory be to God that there are no more of us,
For one of us could drink it all alone - damn1 near«,
Hero's to the Irish —- dead drunkI
The lucky stiffs!
I YJANT A BEER
I want a beer, just like the beer,
That canned up my old man.
It was'a beer, and the only beer,
That Daddy ever had.
A good old-fashioned beer with lots of foam,
Took six men to carry Daddy home'.
I want a beer, just like the beer,
That cannaci up my old man.
BEER, BE3R
Beer, Beer, for Old Notre Dame,shake up a cocktail true to our naine,
Send a sucker out for gin, don't let a sober person in,
vIe never stagger, we never fall,we sober up on wood alcohol,
TThilc our loyal sons are marching home from the brewery.
S'EST ADELINE
Sweet Adelino, my Adeline, at night, dear heart,
For you I pine.In all my dreams your fair face gleams;
You * re tho flower of my heart,, Swcot Adeline.
ONLY AN OLD BEER BOTTLE
It was only an old beer bottle,
A-floating on the foam.
It was only an old beer bottle,
A thousand miles from home*
Inside was a piece of paper,
ïïith these words written on,
tr!hoever finds this bottle,
Finds the beer all gone."
ROLL OUT THE BAHHEL '
Roll out the barrel, we111 have a barrel of fun.
Roll out the barrel, wo ivo got the blues on the run.
Zingl Boom! Ta—rarrell Ring out a song of good cheer,
Now*s tho time to roll the barrel, for the gang's all here I
THE PORTLAND COUNTY JAIL
36
<• I'm a stranger in your city,my name is
Buddy Flynn,
I got drunk the other night, and the coppers run me in*
I had no mone;?- to pay my fine,no friend to go my bail,
\ So I got stuck for thirty days in the
Portland County Jail.
CHORUS:
Oh, such a lot of devils, the -worst I ever saw,
Robbers,thieves, and highwaymen, and breakers of the law»
They sang a song the whole night long,the curses fell like hail,
God bless the day they take me away from the Portland County Jail.
The only friend I had was happy Sailor Jack,
He told me all the lies he knew, and all the safes he'd cracked.
He cracked them in Seattle,and robbed the 'Testern Mail,
'Twould freeze the heart of an honest man,
In the Portland County Jail.
CRYDSRVILLE JAIL
Old Dad Norton has got us in jail—'tis hard,'tis hard,
Old Dad Norton has got us in jail, both Pa and Ma.refuse
us bail,
'Tis hard, with the doors all locked and barred,
T7ith a big log chain bound down to the floor,
Damn' their fool hides,how could they do more
'Tis hard-times in the Cryderville Jail,
'Tis hard-times, I say.
Old Judge Simpson will read us the law—'tis hard, 'tis hard,
Old Judge Simpson will read us the law
The damndest fool judge you ever saw,
1 Tis hard---etc.
They111 send us to the pen for a year or two—•'tis hard,'tis hard*
They,ll send us to the pen for a year or two,
For making a barrel of mountain dew,
'Tis hard --- etc.
They111 food us on nothing but water and bread—'tis hard,'tis
hard,
They'll feed us on nothing but water and bread,
And keep us there until we're dead,
'Tis hard --- etc.
BLOOD ON THE SADDLE
Blood on the saddlej
Blood on the ground;
Great big puddles of blood all around.
A cowboy lay in it,
All bloody and dead»
On him his horse had fallen,
And bashed in his haid.
BLOT THE MAN ÜO-'JN
37
Come all you young follows that follow the sea,
To mo way - aye, blow the man downI
Now pray pay attention and listen to me,
Give me some time to: blow the man down«
I!m a deep-water sailor just come from Hong Kong,
If you!11 give me some whiskey I!ll sing you a song»
On a trim Black Ball liner I first served my time,
And on the Black Bailer I wasted my prime.
If when a Black Bailer1s preparing for soa,
Youid split your sides laughing the sights you would see.
And the tinkers and tailors and soljors and all,
For you111 seldom find sailors aboard a Black Ball,
1Tis when the Black Sailer is clear of the land,
The crew musters aft at the word of command.
Lay aft, is the cry, to the break of the poop,
Or I111 help you along with the too of my boot.
Pay attention to orders, now you one and all;
For see, right above you there flies the Black Ball.
!Tis larboard and starboard on deck you will sprawl,
For Kicking Jack "filliams commands that Black Ball.
THE CODFISH SHINTY
Glos1ter girls they have no combs, hoavo a-way,heave a-way,
They comb their hair with codfish bones,heave a~way,
heave a~way,
Heave a~way, my bully boys, heave a-way,heave a-way,
Heave a~way, why don!t you make a noise?
T7o!re bound for South austrália,. .
GlosTter boys thoy have no sleds,
They slide downhill on codfish heads...(&c.)
HAUL AWAY, JOE
Away, haul away, Oh,haul and sing together,
Away, haul away, haul away Joe.
Once I was in Ireland, digging turf and taters,
But now IVm on a lime-juice ship,hauling on the brass.
King Louis was the king of France,afore the rev~o-*lu~shi-on,
But Louis got his head cut off, which spoiled his con-sti-
tu-shi-on.
Once I married an Irish girl and her riamo was Flannigan,
She stole my money, she stole my clothes, she stole, my
plate and pannikin.
Oh, once I had an Irish girl, but she was fat and lazy,
And then I had a yellcr girl, she nigh drove me crazy,
But now I got a Yankee gal, and she is just a daisy.
BELL BOTTOM TROUSERS
38
Once I was a barmaid, down in Drury Lane,
My master he was kind to mo,my mistress was the same,
Till along came a sailor from far across the sea,
And he is the cause of all my misery»
Singing:
Bell bottom trousers,
Coats of Navy Blue,
Herll climb the riggin*
Like his daddy used to do.
He asked for a kerchief to tie around his head,
He asked me for a canile to light his way to bed*
And I,like a silly maid,and thinking it no harm,
Climbed into the sailor1s bed to keep the sailor warm.
Singing: (Refrain)
He left me in the morning before the break of day,
He left me with a five-pound note,and this is what he said:
It may bo a daughter, it may be a son,
But this will help to pay for the harm thct I have done»
If you have a daughter, bounce her on your knee,
But if you have a son, send the bastard out to sea.
Singing:" (Refrain)
Novi listen all you maidens and take a tip from me,
Never trust a sailor an inch above your knee*
For if you do, you can take it strict from me,
You'll add another member to the QueenTs Navy*
Singing: (Refrain)
THE DRUNKEN SAILOR
ïïhat shall we do with the drunken sailor (3x)
Early in the morning?
Yo Ho and up she rises (3x)
Early in the morning.
Put him in the long boat till he's sober (3x)
Early in the morning•
Yo Ho and up she rises (3x)
Early in the morning.
Put him in the scuppers with a hose pipe on him (3x)
Early in the morning
Yo Ho and up she rises, (3x)
Early in the morning*
Pull out the plug and wot him all over (3x)
Early in the morning
Yo Ho and up she rises (3x)
Early in the morning«
Heave him by the leg in a runnin* bowlin1
Early in the morning.
Yo Ho and up she rises (3x)
Early.in the morning♦
WâàJl EU QUERO (Portugese)
lí?iiiai,ou quero,/mamai,eu quero,/ mamai,eu quero mamar.
Ai,dà chupetxa,/ai,dà chupeta,/ai,dà chupeta p'ra o bobe nao
chorar. ^
Dorme filhinho do meu coração,/pega a beber e vem entrar no
meu cordão.
Eu tenho uma irmã que se chama Ana,/Dc piscar o olho ja ficou
sem a pestana♦
MAMAI, EU QÜERÖ (CONT'D)
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Eu olho as pequenas, mas daquele jeito,/ S tenho muita ooiic
nao ser criança da peito,
Eu tenho unia irmã quo e phenomenal,/ Ela é da Boca, o o
marido e um boçao.
CARELESS LOVE
Love, 0 love, 0 careless love,
You see what careless love can do.
It111 make you walk the floor and cry
'•Till make a total wreck of you.
If I was a little bird,
I would fly from tree to tree,
And build my nest 'way up in the air,
T.There the bad boys couldn't bother me.
Love, 0 love, 0 careless love,
Has sot our hearts on goal-less goals.
From milkless milk to silkless silk
Tfe are growing used to soul-less souls»
Love, 0 love, 0 careless love,
You fly right to my head like wine,
You1ve broke the heart of many a gal,
But you111 never break this heart of mine.
rTe SOS by wireless wire,
TTe're cooking now by firolcss fire,
If things go on, we'll all be gone,
'Cause they'll procreate by sire-loss sire,
Sorrow, sorrow to my heart (3x)
That me and my true love had to part.
ïïho will shoe my little feet,
rTho will bring mo of to eat,
"The will warm mo when I!m cold,
And who will cool me in my heat?
Now o?y skirts are ridin' high (3x)
And that man he never passes by.
TThen I wear my trousers low (3x)
There's never no-one 'round my do1.
Gonna find another gal (3x)
One who'll be my real true pal.
JACK THE SAILOR
Strike up the band,here comes a sailor,
Cash in his hand> fresh off a whaler.
Stand in a row, don't lot him go,
Jack's a cinch, but every inch a sailor.
CHORUS:
Jack is the king of the bright blue sea,he is as brave as the brave can be.
He's the boy the girls adore, Oh, what fun when Jack's ashore I
For ho is the fellow that can make things hum,
Oh,how they run when they see him come leaded down with gold so bright,
T'Tclcome homo, Jack, you're all right.
GEORGE, J'ONBS
George Jonesr.ljiâa a meeting at hiS house one night,
Foir %<o han$ hie .first-born child, i
Tö give him ä high-tohed name and start him off right.
Poor George was almost wild.
Now the night of the christening Parson Brown inquired,
Say, what's this child1s name gwine to be?
Someone hollered, "Sam"; another shouted, "Ham"
But George saidj>,,You leave this one to me,"
Gwine name him George Washington Christopher Colombus,
Madison and Douglas Lee,
Gwine name him Jim A. Jeffries,Joe Jannis, Jack Johnson,
Ring in a Booker T.,
Admiral Dewey,Thomas Jefferson, McKinley,and Sherlock Holmes,
Obediah, Hezekiah,Abraham Lincoln,I said Abe Lincoln,
And I mean Abe Lincoln Jones♦
Now little Géorgie(s twin sister dicta11 have no name,
So George said,"Let1s name this one too",
He turned to the parson, saying,"Reverend Brown",
"Now I tell you what we'll do;
It ain't so important as a-namin1 my son,
To that I'm sure you will agree."
ïïhen up spoke his wife, just as big as holy life,
And she said,"You leave this one to me,
Gwine name her Martha Washington,Aimoe Semple McPherson
Shirley Temple, Gypsy Rose Lee,.
Gwine name her Cleopatra, Peggy Hopkins Joyce,
Ring in a Lydia P.,
Aunt Jemimah, Texas Guinan, Victoria and Katy Malone,
Adeline, Gertrude Stein, Lindy Lou Eliza,I said Eliza,
And I mean Eliza Jones."
LANDLORD^ FILL THE FLŒÏCNG OOÏÏL
Landlord', fill the flowing bowl
Until it doth run over,
Landlord, fill the flowing bowl
Until it doth run over.
For tonight we111 merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow xve'll get sober.
The man who drinks good whiskey punch,
And goes to bed right mellow, (Repeat)
Lives as he ought to live,(3x)
And dies a right good fellow»
The man who drinks cold water pure
And goes to bed quite sober, (Repeat)
Falls as the leaves do fall,(3x)
So early in October.
The girl who gets a little kiss,
And runs and tells her mother,(Repeat)
Does a very, very foolish thing, (3x)
And seldom gets another.
The girl who gets a little kiss.
And then asks for another,(Repeat)
Gets what she's looking for, (3x)
And soon becomes a mother.
COCAINE BILL
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Cocaine Bill and Morphine Sue,
Strolling down the avenue two by two,
Oh Babo, won't you have a little (sniff) on me,
A little (sniff) on me.
Said Bill to 5ue,"'Twon't do no harm,
If-wo.-both-'-hAvo a littlblshot. in the arm." :. .,:
Said Suo to Bill, "I can't refuso,
'Cause there's no more kick in dear old booze."
So they walked down 5th and turned up Main,
Lookin' for a place where they sell cocaine.
And they came to a drugstore full of smoke,
"There they saw a little sign, said,"No More Coke."
Now in a graveyard on the hill,
Lies the body of Cocaine Bill.
And in a little grave by his side,
Lies the body of his would-be bride.
Now all you cokies is gwino to be dead,
If you don't stop a-(sniff)in' that stuff in your head*
THE UAEKTOrlN STRUTTERS ' BALL
I'll bo down to get you in a taxi, Honey,
You bettor be ready 'bout half-past eight.
No?/, dearie, don't bo late,
I want to bo there when the bs.nd starts playing,
Remember when we got there,Honey,
The two-steps I'm gwino have them all,
Gwino dance out both my shoes,
rrhen they play the "Jelly Roll Blues"
Tomorrow night at the Darktown Strutters' Ball.
STING LOT, S7EÊT CHARIOT
Swing low, Sweet Chariot, canin1 for to carry me homo.
Swing low, Sweet Chariot, comin' for to carry me homo.
I looked over Jordan and what did I sec,
Comin' for to carry me home? A band of angels,
Comin' after me, comin' for to carry mo home.
If you get there before I do,comin' for to carry mo home,
Tell all my friends that I'm comin' too,
Comin' for to carry mo homo.
I'm sometimes up and sometimes down,
Comin'1 for to carry me home; but still my soul
Feels heavenly bound,comin' for to carry me home.
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BIBLE •-. STORIES
(TunefSon of a Gambolier")
Oh,Adam was tho first m&n and Eve she was his spouse,
Thoy lived in tho Garden of Eden and started keeping house;
Everything was fine, thoy were happy in the main,
Until they had a little son, and started raising Cain.
CHORUS:
Come jovLTig folks, come old folks,yes everybody come,
Come to my Sunday School and make yourselves to hum;
Please to part your chewing gum and razors at the door,
And you111 hoar some Biblo Stories that you never hoard before*
Oh,Jonah was a traveler, so runs the Bible tale,
Ho took a steerage passage in a Transatlantic TThaloj
The whalo he got excited, and Jonah got depressed,
So Jonah pressed the button,and the whale ho did tho rost.
Oh, Daniel was a naughty man who wouldn't mind the King,
The King got mad and said he wouldn't stand for ouch a thing;
He threw him down a manhole with tho lions underneath,
But Daniel was a dentist and he pulled the lions1 teeth.
Oh, Esau was a cowboy of wild and wooly make,
His father left him all his land and none to brother Jake;
But Esau somehow seemqd to think tho title wasn't clear,
So ho sold it oil to Jacob for a sandwich and a beer.
OhjMcthusolah lived on and on,they thought he'd never drop,
His children all had children and still thoy called him"Pop";
Ho spanked 'em all and put 'em to bod at the ago of ninety-five,
And if they hadn't bumped him off he'd still be yet alive.
Oh, Pharaoh was the maker of Egyptian cigarettes,
He never paid no wages, so he never had no debts;
But Hoses was a delegate who put thorn all on strike,
So they gathered rll the cash in sight and dusted down tho pike.
Oh, David was a little man, an awful scrappy cuss,
Along came great Goliath and started up a.fussj
But David, nothing daunted,thought this clamor quito unjust,
So he picked him up a pebble and he busted in his crust.
JOSHUA FIT Tim BATTLE OF JERICHO
Joshua fit 'do battle ob Jericho, Jericho, Jericho-o-o-o
Joshua fit do battle ob Jericho,
And dc walls come tumblin' down*
You may talk about 3*0* King of Gideon,
You may talk about yo' man o' Saul,
Doro's none like good old Joshua at do battle ob Jericho.
HAND ME DO:m M VIALKIN' CANE
Hand mo down my walkin' cane,
Hand me down my walkin1 cane,
Oh, hand me down my walkin1 cane,
Gonna leave on dat midnight train,
'C^use all my sins are taken away.
LITTLE BROW CHURCH
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There»s a church in the valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place in the dale}
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.
Chorus:
0, come, come, come^ come,
Come to the church in the wildwood,
0, come to the church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown churoh in the tfale.
GIRL OF MY DREAMS
§irl of my dreams, I love you — honest I do, you are so sweet
If I could just hold your charms again in my arms
Then life would be oomplete*
Since you*ve been gone dear, life don't seem the same*
Please come back again -•» and after all«s said and done
There's only one -<- girl df my dreams ~ it's you*
LOCH LOMOND
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Tflfhere me and my true love were ever wont and gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond*
Chorus :
Öh, ye»11 take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye —•
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond*
BIC2CLE BUILT FOR TWO
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true, I'm half oraay
for the love of you,
Xfe won't be a stylish marriagej I can't afford a carriage,
But you'd look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two*
Michael, Michael, here is your answer, dear* I wontt cyclo,
it makes me feel so queer*
îf you can't afford a carriage, there won't be any marriage* .
for I'll be damned if Itil be crammed on a bicycle buxlt for wo#
THE BAND PLA1QSD ON
Casey would waltz with the strawberry blonde.
And the band played on*
He'd glide 'cross the floor with the girl he adored,
And the band played on*
But his brain was so loaded he nearly exploded —
The poor girl would shake with alarm*
He married the girl with the strawberry curl,
And the band played on*
ON THE RQÜD TO M4NDAIAY
By the old Moulmein pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a^settin', and I know she thinks o' me,
For the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells they say,
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Gome you back my British soldier,
Come you back to Mandal&y; come you back to Mandalay»
Chorus :
Come you back to Mandalay, where the old Flotilla lay,
Can*t you »ear their paddles ehunkin* from Rangoon to Mandalay.
On the road to Mandalay, where the flyin' fishes play,
An1 the dawn comes up like thunder out of China tcross the bay.
Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst*
Where there aren*t no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise
A thirst, for the tenple-bells are callin*
And it *s there tha<- I would be — by the old Moulmein Pagoda,
Lookin» lazy at the sea, lookin* lazy at the sea*
STOUT HEARTED MEN
Give me somo men who are stout-hearted men,
Who will fight for the rights they adore.
Start me with ten of those stout-hearted men,
And 1*11 soon give you ten thousand more.
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
They grow as they go to the war.
For there*s nothing in this world can halt or mar our plan,
When stout-hearted men will get together man to man»
VAGABOND SONG
Gome all ye beggars of Paris town, ya lousy rabble of low degree,
Wot 11 spare King Louis to keep his crown to save our city from
Burgundy.
ïbu and I are good for nothing but to die, but we can die for liberty,
Sons of toil and danger, will you serve a stranger, and bovmdown
to Burgundy.
Sons of shame and sorrow, will you cheer tomorrow for the crown of
Burgundy»
Onward, onward, swords against the foe, forward, forward, the lily
banners go,
Sons of Prance around us, break the chains that bound us,
And to hell with Burgundy.
WE DRINK
When I get drunk, I lay down in my bunk,
And it*s nobody's business but my own.
And when I get sober, I go do the whole thing over,
And it's nobodyts business but my own.
We drink, we drink, we*re happy as can be,
And we don»t give a damn for a woman or a man
Who won*t get drunk with me.
THE POPE
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The Pope, he leads a jolly life, jolly life,
He»s free from every care and strife,
He drinks the best of Rhenish wine,
I would the Pope»s gay life were mine. (Repeat)
But he don»t lead a jolly life,
He has no maid or blooming wife,
He has no son to raise his hope,
Oh no» I would not be the Popas (Repeat)
The Sultan better pleases me,
His life is full of jollity,
His wives are many as he will,
I fain the Sultan»s throne would fill, (Repeat)
But still he is a wretched man,
He must obey the Koran,
He dare not drink one drop of vdne,
I would not change his lot for mine# (Repeat)
So, when my sweetheart kisses me,
I»11 think that I'd the Sultan be,
And when my Rhenish, Rhenish wine I tope,
Oh, then 1*11 think that I»m the Pope. (Repeat)
THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER
When I was bound apprentice in famous Lincolnshire,
Pull well I served my master for more than twenty year,
Until I took to poaching as you shall shortly hear,
Ah, it»s my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year«
As me and my pals was a-settin» of a Snare,
»Twas then we spied the gamekeeper, for him we did not care*
For we can XTjrestle and fight my lads and jump o »er anywherej
Ah, it»s my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year*
We went right on a-Settin» them prêtendin1 not to look,
Until we felt the gamekeeper was right behind our back,
And then we turned and grabbed him and tossed him into the brook;
Ah, It»s my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
Success to every gentleman who lives in Lincolnshire,
Success to every poacher that wants to catch a hare,
Bad luck to every gamekeeper who will not sell a deer*
Ah, it»s my delight on a shiny night in the season of the year.
HALLELUJAH!
Lying in the gutter, all guzzled up on beer,
Bubbles in my whiskers, I thought my end was near,
Then came the glorious Anay, and I was born again «•-
Glory, glory, hallelujah, tra-la-la, amen, tra«*la~la, ameni
Ohorus t
Hallelujah • . • hallelujah »
Drop a nickel on the drum, drop a nickel on the drum!
Hallelujah, « . • hallelujah I
Drop a nickel on the drum, and you»11 be saved.
When I was sweet sixteen, 1 was the village belle,
The way I danced and carried on would send me straight to hell;
I rode a tandem bicycle, my ankles were in view,
I joined the glorious Army and I was born anew*
Happy, happy day! We are S*A-V-E-D, H-A-F-P-Ï to be F-R~double-E i
We »re joined the glorious Army* and we are born again!
NUT BROWN MAIDEN
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Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eye for love.
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue 9yc#
A bright blue eye is thine, lovej
The glance in it is mine, lovej
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eyet
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip to kiss,
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip«
A ruby Up is thine, lovej
The kissing of it*s mine, lovej
Nut brown aal, ion, thou hast a ruby lip.
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender waist to claspj
Nut tarora maiden, thou hast a slender waist*
A slender waist is thine, lovej
The arm around it*s mine, lovej
Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender uaist,
NUt brown maiden, thou hast such pearly, pearly teethj
Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly teeth»
fhy- pearljr tèethaare-fàlee*, lôw y ;
Thgyr:rabt|©twhèh ytm rïalta, love;
Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly teeth«
AUPRES DE MA BLONDE
Aux jardins de mon pere, les lauriers sont fleuris,/
Tous les oiseaux du monde vont y faire leurs nuits,
Refrain:
Auprès de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon,
Auprès de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon dormir•
Tous les oiseaux du monde vont y faire leurs nuits,/
La caille tourt our elle, ai la jolie perdrix,
La caille tourtourelle, et la jolie perdrix,/
Et la blanche colombe qui chante jour et nuit,
Et la blanche colombe qui chante jour et nuit,/
Elle chante pour les belles qui n!ont pás de maris,
Elle chante pour les belles qui n'ont pas de maris,/
Et dis-moi donc, ma belle, ou est-il, ton mari?
Et dis-moi donc, ma belle, ou est-il, ton mari?/
Il est dans la Hollande, les Hollandais l'ont pris,
Il est dans la Hollande, les Hollandais l'ont pris,/
Que donnerais-tu, ma belle, pour avoir ton mari£
Que donnerais-tu, ma belle, pour avoir ton mari?/
Je donnerais Versailles, paris, et Saint Denis,
je donnerais Versailles, Paris, et Saint Denis,/
Et ma blanche colombe, qui chante jour et nuit•
DON'T SSND Mï BOI
SING A SONG OF COLLEGE DaYS
kl
Don!t send my boy to Harvard,
The dying mother said,
Don!t send my boy to Princeton,
I'd rather see him dead«
Don1t send him off to Kaverford,
Or better still Cornell,
But as for Pennsylvania
I'd see him first in hell«
Sing a song of college days,
And tell me where to go,
Northwestern for her pretty girls
Wisconsin where they row,
Michigan for laddies
Purdue for jolly boys,
Chicago for her Standard Oil,
For suckers, Illinois
ON WISCONSIN
OLD CHICAGO
On "Tisconsin, On Wisconsin,
Plunge right through that line,
Take the ball right dovm the field boys,
Touchdown sure this time, U rah, rah
On TTisonsin, On TTisconsin
Fight hard for her fame
Fight, fellows, fight, fight, fight,
T"Te!ll win this game.
T?ave the flag for old Chicago
Maroon her color grand,
Ever shall her team be victors
Known throughout the land.
" Tith the gmnd old man to lead
her,
Without a peer she!11 stand,
So wave on high that dear
old banner,
For they're heroes every man.
STANFORD
Come join the band
rdid drink a toast for Stanford Red
Throughout the land,
Her banners waving overhead.
Stanford for you,
Each loyal comrade brave and true,
T,Tith might and main, sing this refrain
Forever and forever, Stanford Red.
C stand for contraception
H for her harlots bold
I for her inhibitions
C for her cuties cold
À for her alter ego
G for her gonads gay
0 stands for ova to welcome
the rovah
À big C for Chastity.
ILLINOIS LOY.I.TÏ
!7olre loyal to you, Illinois, we're Orange and Blue, Illinois,
"To111 back you to stand, ]gainst the best in the land,
For we know you have sand, Illinois, Rah, rah.
So crack out that ball, Illinois, go backing you all, Illinois,
Our team is our fame protector,
Oni boys, for wo expect a victory from you, Illinois.
Fling out that cear old. flag of Orange and Blue,
Lead on your sons and daughters, fighting for you,
Like hion of old, on giants placing reliance, shouting defiance,
Cskoy-wow-wow I
Amid the broad green plains that nourish our land,
For honest Labor and Learning we stand,
And unto thee wo pledge cur neart and hand,
Dear Alma E-tor, Illinois.
NOTRE DxilE .
Cheer, che or for old Notre Dame,
"Take up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
T'That tho the odds bo great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all
TrThile her loyal sons are marching,
Onward to Victory.
TTHIFFEftPÛOF SONG
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To the tables down at liory!s,
To the place -whore Louis dwells
To the dear old Temple Bar wo love so well,
Sing th© Whiffonpoofs assembled, with their glasses
raised on high,
-nd the magic of their singing casts its spell.
Yes, the magic of their singing, and the songs we love
so well,
"Shall I '"rasting11 and ,tKavoumeeri1f and the rest,
T7o shall s or endete our Louis while life and voice
shall last,
'^hon we'll pass and be forgotten with the rest.
~'o!ro poor little lambs who have lost our way,
Baa, baa, baa,
"Te1re little black sheep who have gone astray,
Baa, baa, baa.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree,
Damned from here to eternity,
God have mercy on such as wo,
Baa, baa, baa.
DCTl\i THE FIELD
March, march on down the field,
lighting for Eli,
Break through the crimson line,
Their strength to defy.
"VU give a cheer for Eli1 s men,
•«cfro here to win again,
Harvard's team may fight to the end,
But Yale will win.
ELI liJuS
As Freshmen first, we came to Yale,
i7ol de rol, de rol, rol, rol
Examinations made us pale,
Fol de rol do rol rol rol.
«Uli, ~-JLi, Uli, Yale,
Fol de rol de rol rol rol.
Eli, Eli, Eli Yale
Foi de rol de rol rol rol.
As Sophomores we have a task,
'Tis best performed by torch and mask.
In Junior year we take our ease,
"To smoke our pipes and sing our glees.
In Senior year we act our parts,
In making love and winning hearts.
And then into the world we come
^e've made good friends and studied — some.
The saddest tale we have to toll,
Is when we bid all Yale farewell*
LORD JEFFREY AMHERST
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Oh, Lord Jeffrey ^mhcrst was a soldier fo the king,
And he came from across tho sea,
To the Frenchmen and the Indians ho didn't do a thing,
In the wilds of th;.s wild country,
In the wilds of this wild country.
And for his Royal Majesty he fought with all his might,
^or ho was a soldier loyal and true,
And he conquered all the enemies that came within his sight,
And he looked around for more when he was through*
Oh Amherst, bravo Amherst
Twas a name known to fame in days of yore,
May it ever bo glorious,
■'-ill the sun shall climb the heav*ns no more.
Oh, Lord Jeffrey Amherst was the man who gave his name,
io our college upon the hill,
And tho story of his loyalty and bravery and fame,
Abides here among us still,
Abides here among us still.
You may talk about your Johnnies and your Elis and the rest,
For they are names that time can never dim,
But give us our only Jefffrey, he's the noblest and the best,
To tho end we will stand fast by him.
ELEAZaR 'rHEELOCK
Oh, -^lo.azar "rheelock was a very pious man,
He wervt into the wilderness to teach tho Indian,
TTith a "Gradus ad Parnassum" and a Bible and a drum,
And five hundred gallons of Now England rum.
Fill the bowl up, fill the bowl up I
Drink to Eleazar and his primitive Alcazar,
T7here he mixed drinks for tho heathen in the goodness of his soul,
Eleazar and the big chief harangued and gesticulated,
And they founded Dartmouth Qollego and tho big chief matriculated,
Eleazar was tho faculty and the whole curriculum,
T7as five hundred gallons of New England rum»
FAIR HARViJRD
Fair Harvard, thy sons to thy jubilee throng,
And with blessings surrender thee o'er,
By these festival rites from the age that is past,
To the age that is waiting before.
0 relic and type of our ance,tor!s worth,
That has long kept their memory warm,
First flow'r of their wilderness, star of their night,
Calm rising through change and through storm,
FAR ABOVE CAYUGA1 S ^TERS
Far above Cayuga1s waters, with its waves of blue,
Stands our noble ^lma Mater, glorious to view,
Far above the busy humming of the bustling town,
Reared against the arch of heaven, looks she proudly down.
Raise the chorus, speed it onward,
Loud her praises tell,
Kail to thee, our ^Ima Mater,
Hail, all hail Cornell♦
High above Cayuga1s waters, there's an awful smell,
Fifty thousand sons of bitches, call themselves Cornell,
SIEIN SONG
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Fill tho st oins to doar old Maine, shout till tho raft ors ring,
Stand and drink a toast one a again, Let everj' lo3ral Maine man sing,
Drink to all tho happy:.;:: hours, drink to tho careless days
Drink to Maino, our Alma lictor, tho college of our hearts always.
To the trees, to the sky, to the spring in its glorious happiness,
lo the youth, to tho fire, to the light that is moving and calling us«
To tho Gods, to tho Fates, to the rulers of men and their destinies,
To the lips, to tho eyes, to. tho girls v;ho will love us someday J
Fill the steins to cear old liaine, shout till tho rafters lung,
Stand and drink a toast once again, lot every Ipyal Maine man sing,
Drink to all tho happy hours, drink to tho careless days,
Drink to Maine, our iJLma Mater, tho college of our hearts always»
SON OF u &&B0LER
Gome join my humble ditty, from Tippery town I steer,
Like every honest fellow, I take my lager beer,
Like every honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear.
I'm a rambling rake of poverty, the son of a Gambolier*
Chorus •
The son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a Gambolier,
The son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a Gambolier,
Like every honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear,
I*m a rambling rake of poverty, the son of a Gambolier,
I wish I had a barrel of rum, and sugar three hundred pound,
The college bell to mix it in, the clapper to stir it around,
I'd drink the health of dear old Yale, and friends both far and near,
lim a rambling rake of poverty, the son of a Gambolier«
And if it is a girl, sir, Iid dress her up in blue,
And send her out to Saltonstall, to coach the freshman crewj
And if it is a bty, sir, if11 put him on the crew,
Aftcl he shall wax the Harvards, as his daddy used to do.
RAMBLING WRECK FROM GEORGIâ TEGH
Oh, if I had a daughter, sir, ltd dress her in White and Gold,
And take her on the campus, sir, to cheer the brave and bold,
But if I had a son, sir, I tell you what he'd dos
He would yell to hell with Georgia, like his daddy used to do«
Chorus:
If m a rambling wreck from Georgia Tech, and a hell of an engineer,
A hell of a hell of a hell of a hell of a hell of an engineer,
Like all good jolly fellows, I drink my whiskey clear,
Ifm a rambling wreck from Georgia Tech, and a hell of an engineer«
FAR, FAR AWâY
Around her neck she wears a purple ribbon,
She wears it in the springtime and in the month of Mayj
And if you ask her why the hell she wears it,
She wears it for a Williams man who's far, far away«
Refrain:
Far away (far away), far away (far away),
She wears it for a Williams man whots far, far away«
Around the block she wheels a baby carriage,
She wheels it in the springtime and in the month of Mayj
And if you ask her why the hell she wheels it,
She wheels it for a Williams man who's far, far away«
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Behind ine doö# he^ Pappy keeps a shotgun,
He keeps it'in theaspringtime and in the month of May;
And if you ask him.why the hell he keeps it,
He keeps it for a Williams man who's far, far away*
v
And in her heart she has a secret yearning,
She has it in the springtime, and in the month of May;
% And if you ask her why the hell she»s
yearning,
She's yearning for a Williams man who*s far, far away«
Around the corner she keeps a little apartment,
She keeps it in the springtime, and in the month of May)
And if you ask her why the hell she keeps it,
She keeps it for a »an who*s far, far anayê
VIRGIN STURGEON
Caviar comes from virgin sturgeon,
Virgin sturgeon's a very fine fish.
Virgin sturgeon needs no urgin',
That»s why caviar»s m!favorite dish«
I fed caviar to my girl friend•
She's a virgin tried and true.
Now my girl friend needs no urgin' —
There ain»t nothin» she won't do.
I fed caviar to my grandpa —
He's a gent of ninety-three.
Now my grandpa needs no urgin' —
He chased grandma up a tree.
SWEETHEART OF SIGMA GHI
The girl of my dreams is the sweetest girl of all the girls I know»
Eaoh sweet coed, like a rainbow trail, fades in the after glox?.
The blue of her eyes and ijhe gold of her hair
Are a blend of the western sky;
And the moonlight beams on the girl of my dreams -*
She»s the sweetheart of Sigma Chi.
JONES JUNIOR HIGH
Hooray for the Jones Junior High.'
It's the best Junior High in Toledo,
Its colors are the blue and the white ~~
They stand for purity and light.
FIGHT.' FIGHT]
LOVIN'
When a man goes out to see his lady-love,
And he fumbles round her jaw all the while,
Gives her kisses for her mother, her sister and her brother,
Till the old man comes to the door,
Takes a pistol from his pocket, says he's gonna cock it,
And blow out his teeny-weeny brain — some brain J
But daughter says he mustn't, and so of course he doesn»t,
And the loving goes on just the same.
0, the Chi Omegas love it, and Quads are not above it,
The Kappas have a finger in the pie — some pie i
But the Mortar Boards so haughty, though they say it»s
very naughty,
You can bet your boots they do it on the sly»
MINNESOTA
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Minnesota, hats off to thee J
Brave and loyal, thy sons will ever be.
Firm and strong, united are we*
Minnesota, Ski-u~mah,
Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah for the U. of M«
MICHIGAN
Hail to the victors valiant,
Hail to the conquering heroes,
Hail, hail to Michigan
The Leaders and the Best.
Hail to the victors valiant
Hail to the conquering heroes
Hail, hail to Michigan
The champions of the West J
I'M AN OLD PSI Ü
(Tune: Vm an Old Cowhand)
I'm an old psi U, from Chicago U.
But I always date the Northwestern crew,
And you can bet that ltd never pet
These old school teachers the Midway get,
Not if old Northwestern is open yet,
ïippe-i-o-ki-yay —
ILLINOIS SONG
0 but to leave thee]
0 but from thee to part J
God, what a dump thou art
Fair Illinois
Thy daughters reek of rum,
Thy sons are so damn dumb,
Why did we over come
To Illinois?
FIGHT ON
Fight on for old S«C», our men fight on to victory.
Our Alma Mater dear looks up to you
Fight on and win, for old S.O.
Fight on -- to victory -- fight onî
Tine out for old S.O., the captain wants his salary#
Time out for old S.O., they gotta pay the referee.
For old S.C. — pay out. For victory — pay out.
THE CANNON SONG
In Princeton town we've got a team that knows the way to play.
With Princeton spirit back of then they're sure to win the day.
With cheers and songs we!ll rally round the cannon as of yore,
And Princeton walls will echo with the Princeton Tiger1s roar.
Chorus:
Crash through that line of Blue and send the backs around the end.
Fight, fight for every yard, Princeton's honor to defend
Rah, rah, rah, rah — Tiger — Sis - booon-bah Í
And locomotives by the score, and we'll fight with a vim
Thai is dead sure to win for Old Nassau ... 1
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V
Bawdy Ballads,
Bawdy poetry and prose has a venerable and distinguished
history, Aristophanes, Plautus, Chaucer, Villon, Shakespeare,Bobbie
Burns, and Chic Sale, all have succumbed to the delights of compos-
ing melodious but dirty verse, The bawdy ballad, like universal
suffrage, has made these vicarious joys available to the common
masses, to you and you and you. Those that follow are a choice but
meagre few on which to vent the enthusiasm of half a dozen beers
or the satyriasis stimulated by a dull and dirty war. In every work
of art,in every compilation, there is a place for the truly vulgar.
What place and what time could be better than here and now? To you,
then,the bored,the weary, the naturally licentious, we dedicate
Bawdy Ballads, for yea, verily, in the timeless words of the Bard
himself: "Impropriety is the soul of wit,
And censorship is a crock of shit I"
Y3 SADDS T'YLLE IF
TO&l^-î, TS JUST.'RDS KYNOS CF EIÎGL NDE
Prolcggue
Oh, ye bards theye synge yf an Englyshe Kynge,
TÍThyche Lyvved longe Yeares ago;
He Ruylled Hys Lande wuth an Iron Hande,
Butte Hys itynde was Weake and Lowe.
Ye onlye Raiments He didfst Claims,
T'Toth a Leatherne Underre-shyrrte,
It Purposedde to Hyde His Majesty's. Pryde,
Butte It did'st Nott hyde ye Dyrte,
Oh, He woth TA?ylde and T,Toolye and Fülle yf Fleas,
Ynd Hys Terrybble Toole hyngedde to Hys Knees;
Longe Lywe Ye Bastarde Kynge Yf Englands,
Partte Ye Fyrstte
He lowedde to Shagre ye Royalle Sta'ge,
r7jd:hynn ye Roy?.lle *^oode;
But- e hys Dayntyestte Tre^.tte woth to bare hys Seatte,
Ynd Y-puile at ye Royalle Poodle,
Oh, ye Queene of Spayno woth a Sprytely Dame,
Yea, an ^mourrouse Damme woth She;
She Longedde to Foole ?*yth ye Roy alle Toole,
From Farre y-cross ye Sea,
So she Sentte n Gustye Bidde to Luste,
By a Royalle Courriere,
Suggestynge ye Kynge Ceasse Beattyng Hys Thynge,
And Spende a Nyghte wyth Herre,
Oh, Kynge Louis yf France Heardde yf thys by Chance,
Ynd tolde Hys Asseymbledde Courte;
HYe Reasonne Me Ryvalle Batteth Hyghere thyn I,
Y s Me Prycke be*eth too Damne Shorte."
So, He seynte ye Duke yf Syff ynd Sappe,
To H-yve ye Kynge a Dosse yf Clappe;
T7hyche wouldfst notte do a Thynge fyr Herrie Englande.
Partte Yo Seconde
Now, r"!hayne ye l:Tewsse yf thys Foulle Ruyse,
Didfst reache Olde London's ïïallo,
Ye Kynge He Sworre bye ye Pantes Ho -forre,
He* d Hawe Ye Frenchmanne's Ballo s •
He y-offeredo y-Halfe Hys Kyngdommefs Gräfte,
Ynd a Cracke at Ye Royalle Hortense
To yny True ynd Stout e Hoarte TTho,
ïïould'st Nutte Ye Kynge yf France.
Oh, ye Duke yf Pette y-tooke ye Bette,
Ynd Sayledde y~way to France;
He ysplainnede wyth a Learre he woth a Queere,
Ynd ye Kynge tooke Down e Hys Pantes.
Theyne Roundde Hys Donpe he Tyyed a Thonge,
Ynd Merrylly, Merrylly galloppedde y-Longe,
Back to Ye Bastarde Kynge yf Englands.
Partte Ye Thyrdde
Ch, TTylliam, Ye Lewde, Hys Breakfastte yp-5pewwede,
Ynd He Pyssedde y-pon ye Floore,
Forre Durrynge ye Rydde yo Frenchman,s Pryde,
Hadde Stretchedde a Yardde or Uorre.
oh, ye Countrie Maudes and Citie Bawdos,
Pulleydde thyr Tittes in Fyendyshe nice,
To See thys Buddying yf a Fudde,
Fr online Syxe to Thyrrty-thryee.
Ye Oueeno yf Sppyno fromme y-crosse ye 'Aainne,
Y-camme Donne to Londono Towno;
Tooke one Looke at Ye Frenchmanne*s Hooke,
Ynd Quothe,îmryello, Layye me DovmneJ11
Ye ^oiîimenno Flockedde fromme Kylies y-rounde,
Ynd throngedae ynto Olde Londone Townej
Shouttynge: nTo Helle wyth ye Kynge yf Englande l".
Epiloggue
So, Louis (Ye Lyppe) Ysuruppydde ye Thronne,
Hys Scepptre woth Hys Royalle Bone,
T;ryth whyche He Downedde ye Bastarde Kynge yf Englande.
DCr^J THE LINS
First you ring the bell and you ask for Anna,
Then you put a nickel in the goddam pianna;
Anna comes down in a Japanese kimono,
All fixed up with perfume and cologne-o;
Then you pay two dollars for a lousy bottle of beer,
Then you pay two -dollars for a couple of weeks of fear,
Dorai the line, down the line*
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THE LADIES .AND GENTLEMAN
(Tune: "Irish TAr^sher 7'Toman" of '(Turkey In the Straw")
Ohhhhh, the ladies and gehtlemon stand in a ring,
And the ladies take hold of the'gentleman*s thing,
And. they all back away with their ass to the wall,
And they shoulder their ball and they promenade all.
Ohhhhh, the first lady forward, the second one back,
While the third lady tickles the fourth ladyfs crack,
And they all back away with their ass to the wall,
And they shoulder their ball and they promenade all.
Ohhhhh, the first lady stands and the second one sits,
And the gentlemen grab for the third lady!s tits,
And they all back away with their ass to the wall,
And they shoulder their ball and they promenade all.
Ohhhhh, the ladys all bow while the gentlemen pass,
T;Tith the odd partners kissing the fourth lady1 s ass,
And the ladies and gentlemen gingerly truck,
As all partners fall down to the floor for a fuck.
SF-EET ANTOINETTE
Oh, Antoinette, sweet Antoinette,
îîy pants are wet, and not with sweat,
In all my dreams your fair cunt gleams;
You1re the wrecker — of my pecker
Antoinette — I!ll get you ye-et!
I ~*TAS ONLY TEASIN1 YOU
Tessie, pull down your d.ressie,
1 Clause I was only tea sin1 you.
Just because I put a dollar bill in your hand,
That*s no reason for you to go misunderstand.
Tessie, pull down your dressie,
!Cause I was only teasin1 you.
NO B'LLS
ALL
Oh, mother, dear mother
I wish I were dead,
Down in the .f/rave with my dear maidenhead.
CHORUS:
No balls at all, no balls at all,
A very short penis and no balls at all.
Now daughter,, dear daughter,
Donft feel so sad.
I had the same trouble with your dear old dad.
MORE TEASIN1
1. Kittie, pull in your tittie
2. Dinah, close your vagina •. ■
3# Alice, release my phallus .,
4. Mabel, get off the table ..,
5. Nona, put on your kimono ,.,
6. Nellie, get off my belile .,
7. Jeanie, let go my wienie ...
è* Suziei don't be a floozie «.
9. Dorisy hide your clitoris .,
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VARIATION ON ROBERT BURNS
1 Titos at the gathering of the clan,
And all the lads were there,
A-feeling of the lassies,
Amidst the golden h^ir.
CHORUS i
Singing hey ney a lassie,
Hey ney a noo,
The mon who did ye last nicht,
Ho canna do ye noo«
The King was in the parlour,
A-counting out his pelf»
Tho Queon was in the boudoir,
A-fooling of herself.
Tho maid was in the pantry,
Explaining to the groom,
The vagina, not the rectum,
Is tho entrance to the womb.
John Brown tho Parson,
Was mighty surprised to see,
Four*-and-twenty maidenheads,
A-hanging from a tree.
The parson's daughter she was there,
A-seated down in front,
A-fooling of her boobies,
'"■Jith a carrot up her cunt.
The parson's wife was also there,
A-backod against the wall,
A~calling to tho laddies,
"Hey hey! Come one, come all!"
There was fucking in the haylofts,
Flicking in the ricks,
Ye could na hear the music,
For the swishing of tho pricks*
There'was. fucking on the highways,
Fucking in tho Ritz,
You could na hear the music
For the sloshing of the tits.
SAGA OF TH"C THE^E B/ATDS (Or "ROLFY-POLEY")
The first old whore spoke up and said,
:Ty cunt's as big as the world;
Mon have come and men have gone,
And never 'a hair has curled.
CHORUS:
Oh, roloy-poloy, tickle my holey,
Smell-a my slimey slough;
Drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whoroy crew.
The second old whore spoke up and said,
!?y cunt's as big as the sea,
The ships said in, the ships sail out,
They never bother me.
ROLEY-POL::CY ( CONTf D )
The third old-whore spoke up and said,
Hy cimt's as big as the air,
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
They never touch a hair.
TET O'BRISM'S SONG
Tim 0*Brien is my name,
Drinking gin my occupation,
Shaggin1 dames niv claim to fame,
Jesus Christ is my salvation*
CHORUS:
Tiddely ay ay, tiddley ay oh,
Tiddley ay'ay the one-eyed Reilly,
Rig~a-jig~jig, balls ^nd all,
Rub~a~dub-dub, shag on»
Seated by the fireside,
I was drinking gin and water,
Suddenly it came io mind,
I'd like to shag old Reilly1s daughter.
Up the stairs and into bed,
Suddenly I threw m* left leg over,
Nary a word the maiden said,
Laughed like hell till the fun was over*
Down the stairs ^nd in the street,
vlho should I imot but the one-eyed Reilly,
Brace of pistols at his side,
Looking for the man who shagged his daughter.
Grabbed old Reilly by the neck,
Stuck his head in a pail of water,
Jammed those pistols up his ass,
A damn* sight harder than I shagged his daughter.
As I go walking down the street,
People shout from every corner,
"There goes the goddam sonofabitchl"
The guy that shagged Old Reilly*s daughter.
THE RUNATOf TRAIN
(Tune:"Parley Voo")
The runaway train came down the track,
She blew, she blew,
(Repeat first two lines)
Oh, the engineer was at the throttle,
Jackin* off in an empty bottle,
Oh, she blow, blew, blew, blew,
Jesus, how she blew I
The runaway train came down the track,
(Same as above)
The fireman shoveled the coal so fast,
He shoveled it up the engineer's ass,
She blew, blew, blew, blew,
Jesus how she blew»
The runaway train came doim the track
(Same as above)
Cn^ the station-master was !hind the station,
LearninJ the art of masturbation.
Oh, she blew, blew, blew, blew—Jesus how she blew I
,#)HN HOUSTON
.Ti*e bib black bull came down from the mountain,
Hpuston^ John Houston,,
The bife- black bull came down from the mountain,
Long time agq#
Long time ago - ho ho
Lon& time ago —ho ho
Ihe big black bull came down from the mountain
Lon& time ago,
A heifer in the pasture grazing,
(Säue as above)
H^ whacked his dick on a white oak sapling,
(Saue as above)
He yuuiped that fence and he yumped that heifer,
(Saul© as above)
His yump went wild and he ffffpht on the ground,
(Same as above)
iTie-big-black-buiX-went-ba ck-exhaus ted,
(Same as above)
i)/iORp H^iÜhuiS^Uiii
üvery evening after dark
Wvè iPosG the statues in the park,
If Sherman1 w horse can take it why can't you?
Passengers will please refrain
From flushing toilets on the train
While the train is standing in the sta-shun*
I've had trouble passing water
Since I screwed your fucking daughter,
Footprints, on the dashboard upside do-own«
Till MÜ».
Violate me, in violet time,
In the vilest way chat you know.
Brutally ravish meArudely and savagely,
On me no mercy bestow«
To the guy what is gentle and kind I'm oblivious,
Give me a guy what is lewd and lascivious,
Violate me, in violet cime,
In the vilest way that you know*
I Vöjüj 10 WOfíH lh CHICAGO
I used to work in Chicago, at the Boston Store,
In the pastry department, I did buo I donft any more,
A woman came in and asked for some pastry,*
I asked her what kind ao the door,
"itolls," she said - so roll her I did,
Now I don't work there any more*
Hardware - screws,tools♦ Cake - layer
Music - jazz òoft drinks-pop
Clothing - sweaters Hat -felt
Cards - poker Girdle. -rubber
Candy - sucker Stocking -hose
NANCY BROW
In the hills of West Virginny lived a gal named Nancy Brown,
áhve was the^ prettiest filly in village or town,
Along came the deacon with collar white as silk,
And took our little Nancy way up in them thar hills.
She came rollin' down the mountain, (Repeat)
She came rollin1 down the mountain mighty fine,
But she didn't give the deacon the thing that he was seekin'
And she's pure as the West Virginny pine.
Then along came a cowboy with all his chaps and frills,
He took our little Nancy way up in them thar hills,
dhe came rollin1 down the mountain (Repeat)
ohe came rollin1 down ohe mountain by the dam,
And despite the cowboy1s urgin' she remained the local virgin,
Juso as pure as a Tuest ^îrginny ham.
Then came a city slicker with his thousand dollar bills,
And took our little Nancy way up in them thar hills.
üh, they stayed up in the mountains, (Repeat)
Üh, Lhey stayed up in the mountains all chat night,
In the morning bright and early,more a woman than a girlie,
Her poppy kicked the hussy from his sight.
Now they're living in the city (KepeatJ
Now they're living in the city mighty swell,
And they're drinkin' beer and skittles,
And they're eatin' fancy vittles,
And the West Virginny hills can go to Hell!
Then came the depression, kicked the slicker in the pants,
He had to sell his Packard and he's all washed up with Nance,
Now she's back up in the mountains, (Repeat)
Now she's back up in the mountains mighty sore.
And the cowboy and the deacon are gettin1 what they1re seekin'
And she's known as the West Virginny whore«
THüi WINNIPEG WHORiü
( Tune : "Reuben, Reuben, I've Been Thinking")
First night up the Saint Lawrence River,
First night on che Winnipeg shore,
There I met that little mìss Flanagan,
Commonly known as the Winnipeg Whore.
òhe said,HI thank I know you^ Buddy,
Come put your pecker across my knee,
There'll be diddlin' and a fiddilin'
Buck and a half's my regular fee.
Through the aoor came whores and bitches,
Must have been a score or more,
ïou'd have laughed to shit your britches,
To see me a-fuckin' the Winnipeg Whore.
à soldier told me ere he died—
I don't know whether the bastard he lied-*-
Had a wife with cune so wide,
ohe could never be ..satisfied«
So he fashioned a great big prick of steel,
Harnessed it to a great fucking wheel,
Two balls of brass he filled with cream,
And the whole fucking issue was run by steam*
Eouna and round that great fucking wheel,
In and out that great prick of steel,
Till at last the maiden cried,
"Tarry a moment,Via satisfied!"
But here is the tale -- abide a bit--
There was no way of stopping it%
The maid was torn from twat to tit,
i*nd the whole fucking issue went up in shit!
UX
Her name was Lil, she was a beauty,
òhe lived in a house of ill repute-*y
The gentlemen came for miles to see^
Lillian in her deshabille*
Oh, she was oall and she was fair,
And she had golden pubic hair*
But she was fond of Demon loom,
And ate hasheesh and op-*i-um*
The days went by and Lil goo thinner,
Because of the lack of Protein in her,
Until her figure goo so bad,
She had to go 'rouna completely clad*;
Now you must know Lilfs clientele,
Rested mainly on her belly,
For it was hot. and calorific,
And heaved as high as the whole Pacific*,
She went to see the house physician,.
For her unfortunate condition»,
But the only thing the l/oc would say,.
"Per-ni-çi-ous A-ne-mi-aí"
THxi ÙììXjOjJj lud)!
Oh, come and see, the tatooed lady,
òhefs tatooed down, ..as far as you can see« •.*
All up and down her spine
Is the British firing line,
And right between her hips,
Sails a fleet of battleships.
And on her kidney, is a view of oydney,
And on her liver, flows the Congo Hiver,,
But the place that I like best,
Is the tatooea Lady1s chest—
Oh, let me. lay my head on the hills of Tenness
SAM, SAM,"-THETTOILETi.:JíAN
(Tune: Turkejr in the Straw)
Sam, Sam the Toilet fen
7forks all day in the old crap can
He picks up the soap and he hangs up towels
Listens all day to the battle of the bowels*
Dan, Dan the Lavatory Lan,
He takes care of the crapping can,
He dishes out the aper and he dishes out the towels
And he listens to the rumbling if other people1s bowels.
Now and then a fart i,s heard, telling of the coming turd,
Rah, rah, ziz boom bah,
(nasty noise, nasty noi^e)
That's the shithouse rag.
LULU
Bang away my Lulu, bang 'er good and strong
T7hat y a gonna do for banging
Then Lulu's dead and gone?
Oh, Lulu had a baby, she called him Sonny Jim,
She put him in the pisspot to see if he could swim,
Ke went right to the bottom, and came right to the top,
Lulu got excited and grabbed him by the cock»
Repeat (1)
,Oh, Lulu had a baby, she sat him on a rock,
She couldn!t call him Bobby, because he had no cock.
Repeat (1)
SWEET VIOLETS
Ly brother'r. a football player,
He played in the b xkfield for Pitt,
But as he was crossing the goal line,
He slipped in a pile of
Chorus : S&§± violets, sweeter than ail the roses,
Covered all over from head to foot,
Covered all over with schnow.
Jy uncle's a baseball player
He rapped out a three-base hit
But as he was rounding second
He fell in a small pile of (Chorus)
ly cousin he works in a ssrwer,
The lanterns had to be lit
But as he was lighting the lanterns
Down came a big wave of (Chorus)
ly sister she got some new undies,
She thought she would dye them with
Rit,
But when, she was through with the
dyeing,
They came out the color of (Chorus)
ly father went out to the woodshed
The wood it has to be split,
But when he picked up the axe-handle
It was covered all over with (Chor?
ly auntie joined up with a chorus I
She thought she would make a big h^"'
But when the performance was over ;
They sent her a basket of (Chorus)
A mosquito came into ny bedroom,
I reached to the shelf for some
Flit,
But some one had taken the spray-
And filled the damn thing up with
SHIT.