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thedrifter
01-14-03, 01:44 PM
SONG OF THE 6TH MARINES


A transport just sailed from old Iceland
Bound for the Yankee shore,
Heavily laden with time-expired men
Bound for the land they adore.
Now the night-spots in Charleston will open,
The girls will be glad, one and all.
Bless the black and the white
For we'll treat them all right,
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The long, the short and the tall,
Bless all the blondes and all the brunettes,
Each lad is happy to take what he gets,
For we're giving the eye to them all,
The ones that attrack or appall,
Maude, Maggie or Susie,
You can;t be too choosy,
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.


Oh, the dog-faces joind us in Iceland,
And there we unloaded their craft.
Their armchairs, their tables,
Their kennels, their cradles,
We watched them, we laughed and we laughed.
To care for these darlings in Iceland,
We built them their huts and messhalls,
Now we'll leave them to freeze in Iceland's cold breeze,
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The long, the short and the tall
Bless all the Sergeants we have to obey,
Bless all the Corporals who drill us all day.
For we're saying good-bye to them all,
As back to their billets they crawl.
There'll be no promotions on Iceland's cold ocean
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all


And when we get back to "Dago"
We'll toss out the gobs, one and all,
If they say it ain't right, there'll be a big fight
And out on the grass they will fall.
And there let our journey be ended
With the U.S Marines conquering all
The swabbies, the limeys,
If need be, the heinies.
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.
Bless 'em all, bless 'em all, bless 'em all
The long, the short, and the tall
Bless all the Sergeants and First Sergeants too,
Bless all the Corporals, and above all. bless you
For we're saying good-bye to them all
As back to their barracks they crawl
There'll be no promotions this side of the ocean,
So cheer up, my lads, bless 'em all.








A SPANISH CAVALIER


A Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat,
And on his guitar, played a tune, dear.
The music, so sweet, would oft' times repeat,
The blessings of my country and you, dear


Cho: Oh, say, darling say, when I'm far away,
Sometimes you may think of me, dear.
The bright, sunny days, will soon fade away,
Remember what I say, and be true, dear.


I'm off to the war, to war I must go,
To fight for my country and you, dear,
But if I should fall, In vain, I would call,
The blessings of my country and you, dear.


Cho again.
And when the war is o'er to you, I'll return
Again, to my country and you, dear.
But if I be slain, you may seek me in vain.
Upon the battle field you will find me.
Cho again.








SONG OF THE MARINES


Over the sea, let's go men,
We're shoving right off, we're shoving right off again Nobody knows where or when,
We're shoving right off, we're shoving right off again
It may be Shanghai, farewell and good-bye,
Sally and Sue, don't be blue,
For we'll just be gone for years and years and then,
We're shoving right off for home,
Shoving right for home,
Shoving right off for home again





STOUT HEARTED ME


Give me some men who are stout hearted men,
Who will fight for the right they adore.
Start me with ten, who are stout hearted men
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
We grow as we go to the fore
Then there's nothing in the world
Can halt or mar a plan
When stout hearted men
Can stick together man to man.




MY BUDDY


Nights are so long since your went away
I think about you all through the day,
My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true
I miss your voice, the touch of your hand,
Just long to know that you understand,
My buddy, my buddy, Your buddy misses you.






THE WALLOPING WINDOW-BLIND


A ship that flew on her maiden cruise
Was the Walloping Window-Blind.
No wind that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the Captain's mind.
The man at the wheel was taught to feel
Contempt of the wildest blow,
And it often appeared when the gale had cleared,
He'd been in his bunk below.


CHO: Then blow ye winds, heigh-ho
A-roving I will go, I'll stay no more on the Eng-a-land shore
So let the music play,
I'm off on the morning train, I'll cross the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove
Ten thousand miles away.


The Captain sat on the Commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way,
On toasted pigs, and pickles and figs,
And gunnery bread each day.
The cook was dutch and behaved as such,
And the diet he gave the crew
Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns
Served up with sugar and glue.
CHO:
The gunner we had was apparently mad,
For he sat on the after rail,
And fired salutes at the Captain's boots
In the teeth of the bloomin' gale.
The bo's'un's mate was very sedate,
Yet fond of amusement too,
And he played hop-scotch with the starboard watch
While the Captain tickled the crew.
CHO:
All nautical pride, we laid aside,
And we ran the vessel ashore
On the Gullaby Isles where the Poo-Poo smiles,
And the bark of the Ug-Gubs roar.
Composed of sand, was that favored land.
And trimmed with cinnamon trees,
And the Wallaby bats wore water-proof hats
As they dipped in the bounding sea.
CHO:
From dawn till dark, on Ug-Gub bark,
We dined till we all had grown,
Uncommonly shrunk, when a Chinese Junk
Came up from the Torrible Zone.
She was chubby and square, but we didn't much care,
So we cheerily put out to sea,
And left the crew of the junk to chew.
The bark of the Ug-Gub tree.



WHEN THE ICE IS ON THE RICE


When the ice is on the rice in Southern Honshu
And the Sake in the cellar starts to freeze
And you whisper "Sweet Ojosan, I adore you"
Then you're getting just a sukoshi Nipponese.


When you're dancing to the strains of "Tanko Bushi"
And you're speaking Arigato, 'stead of please.
And you answer telephone with "mushi-mushi"
I sink maybe you are going nipponese


As you sit upon tatami sipping sake
And the cold wind's whipping 'round your knees.
And you're munching on some gohan and osembi
Then you're surely getting takusan Nipponese


When you start spending yen like it was money,
'Stead of flinging it like paper in the breeze.
And you think everything in English sounds so funny
Then, my lad, you're truly Nipponese.




continued...............

thedrifter
01-14-03, 01:45 PM
WALTZING MATILDA


Once a jolly swagman sat beside a billa-bong
Underneath the shade of a koola-bong tree
And he sang as he sat and rested while his billy boiled.
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,with me
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he sat and rested while his billy boiled
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.


Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billa-bong,
Up jumped the swagman and siezed him with glee.
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.


Down came the Sheriff mounted on his thoroughbred.
Down came the troopers, one, two, three
Where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me,
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me,
Where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tuckerbag?
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me.


Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billa-bong
You'll never catch me alive, cried he.
Now his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the .
billa-bong
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda,with me.
Waltzing, Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with me
Now his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billa-bong
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.




SHINA NO YORU (China Nights)


Shina no yoru, Shina no yoru yo
Minata no akari, murasaki no yo ni
No bu-uru junku no, yume no funi
Ai, ai,,, ai, ai,,, wasureke ne kukai no ni-i-i-i
Shina no yoru, yumi no yoru.


Shina no yoru. Shina no yoru yo
Yanagi no madoni ran tan yurete
Akai tori kago Shina musume
Ai, ai,... ai, ai,... yaru senai ai no-o-o uta
Shina no noru, yumi no yoru


Shina no yoru, Shina no yoru yo
Kimi Matsu, yoi wa, abashi no ami ne
Hana no chiru, chiru, bi ni mo chiru
Ai.ai...ai, ai... wasu rete mo wasu ra-i yo ka
Shina no yoru, yumi no yoru.






JAPANESE TALKING BLUES
By: James Stockton


I was out in Yamata witha beer in my hand,
Just drinking it down like any man.
A 'josan comes by and sits on my knee,
Says "Short time, daddy, you and me".
I said get away gal, sayonara
You ain't my type, I'm a steady guy.


She put her arms around me and smiles real big.
That gold-filled, buck toothed, crazy pig.
Said, "Come on honey, I'm hot to go"
I said, "Get away, gal, don't go so slow".
She got teed off, started crying, slinging snot.

She kept playing around til I started to sweat,
She said "Mo sukoshi, I get you yet.
You no 'butterfly' if you go with me,
I make you happy, come on and see.
Testo-testo, make pom-pom, lotsa fun".


She snuggled up close, she smelled real sweet
She tickled my ear, my heart skipped a beat.
Took a drink of my beer said "Biru,cho dai"
Next time I looked, my bottle was dry.
Beer guzzling hussy, alla time drinko,
Takusan stinko


She spent my yen, she tore my shirt...
She treated me like just so much dirt.
When my yen was gone, she spoke Sayonara,
Said, "Get more yen, come back tomorrow,
Catchie 'josan, speak mama-san, maybe long time..
Tan damu nai.


Now if you're down in Yamata, better heed my words,
Don't go messing around those "butterfly birds"
They'll hug you, they'll kiss you, they'll steal you blind,
Say "Short time, daddy, one mort time"...
Don't do it.. get out of there fast...
Pull a Hank Snow... start moving on...






GEISHA GIRL


Have you ever heard a love song,
That you didn't understand
Were you ever in a teahouse
On the Islands of Japan?
And have you ever traveled
Over many thousand miles
To see a pretty geisha girl
Dressed in Oriental style.


CHORUS: You read it in the tea leaves,
And it's written in the sand
I found love by the heartful
In a foreign, distant land.
Tell the home folks that I'm happy
With some one thats true, I know.
I love my pretty Geisha girl
Where the ocean breezes blow.


I have stood and watched the sun rise,
On the waters of the sea.
And wondered how much beauty
In this whole world could there be
My dreams are all worth dreaming
And it makes my life worth while
To see my pretty Geisha girl
Dressed in oriental style.



Sempers,

Roger

firstsgtmike
01-14-03, 03:52 PM
With a trumpet in the background, I've heard "My Buddy" sung at funerals. A long time ago.

Hearing China Nights again would bring tears to my eyes.

But I also remember the parody by Larry Williams, "She Ain't Got No YoYo".
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I consider myself a child of the 50's. I love the big band music of the 40's.

But I have NEVER felt so old as I did in 1994, driving down the road, listening to a DJ "Oldies but Goodies, remember this one folks, from way back when from 1982........."

I turned the radio off.

Lock-n-Load
01-14-03, 05:30 PM
"She Ain't Got No Yo-Yo"..the namesake song of the Korean War...attended the 1st Marine Division Reunion at San Diego in 2000...one day we had noon chow with the 5th Marine Regiment at Tent Camp#2 [Margarita]...afterwards all 4,000 of us were treated to the parade deck ceremonies in honoring Maj Gen Ray Murray...as the Division field music started to play martial music...they incorporated a ditty of "Ahhh Dee Dong" [She Aint Got No Yo-Yo]...all of us teared up at this rendition of this barrack ballard of our youth during the Korean War...never heard it played for 50+ years and it hit us hard...unbelieveable... whomever setup that day for us really was one of us...what a show and the Marine assault demo troops put on for us later...some of the bleachers even got incoming debris from the shoot 'em up.:marine:....and a huge well done to ...the drifter...for initiating this thread:marine: