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It wasn't me who started that old crazy Asian war,
But I was proud to go and do my patriotic chore.
Oh Ruby, don't take your love to town.

When my baby
When my baby smiles at me
I go to Rio De Janiero my oh me oh
Then I go wild and do the mamba and the samba....

O say was you ever in Rio Grande?
Way, you Rio
It's there that the river runs down golden sand
For we're bound to the Rio Grande
And away, boys, away
Way, you Rio
Sing fare you well my pretty young girls
For we're bound to the Rio Grande.

Lest we forget...

Ooo your smile is like a holiday
Oh pack your bags and we can get away
We'll float on a Queen down to Rio
No need to shave
We'll be stinking like rum punch....

Jumblygran ?

Yes Granmarie, I usually cry when I hear The Green Fields of France.
I have two Irish great uncles buried in those fields, there were so many.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and we wanna go home
Stack bananas till the daylight come
Daylight come and we wanna go home

Hideaway, come on,
Far from the light of day, come on,
Leaving the world behind,
A place we'll find,
Where we can hide away ay ay ay.

Aww, Jumblygran, I love The Green Fields of France, very poignant.

… Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
… Hey, you've got to hide your love away
Hey, you've got to hide your love away.

And they came from everywhere
To the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
Or a place to hide

How do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916

War what is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again...

Your daddy well he died in the Falklands
Fighting for another man's cause
And your brother was killed in the last war
And your mother well she's lying home alone

Apologies Sweet Sue missed my capitals.

A bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasing poor sweet sue
He trapped in the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh
“If you don’t give me the deed to you ranch
I’ll saw y’all in half”

And they’re less than a mile away
i hope they didn’t come to stay
It,s got numbers on the side and a gun
it,s makin big waves

Mother's pride, baby boy,
His father's eyes
He's a soldier waiting for war
The time will come
He'll hold a gun
Mother's pride...

I had an Uncle named Matthew
He was his fathers only boy
Born south of Colby, Kansas
He was his mothers pride and joy....

Up at eight, you can't be late
For Matthew & Son, he won't wait.
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son.
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new.

I'm up each day with the rising sun,
I've got a job and it must be done...

I'm a poor man's son.

In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me
Till the sun rises up.....

They're still racing out at the Trestles,
But that blood it never burned in her veins,
Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview,
And a style she's trying to maintain.
Well, if she wants to see me,
You can tell her that I'm easily found,
Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge,
And tell her, there's a darkness on the edge of town.

So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's feeling down
But he knows where she's going and she leaving
She is heading for the cheating side of town

You can't hide your lying eyes