thedrifter
01-14-03, 12:44 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.
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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...............