thedrifter
09-03-03, 11:15 AM
WW1 Songs
Mademoiselle from Armenteers (Armentieres)
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
Parlez-vous,
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
Parlez-vous,
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
She hasn't been kissed for forty years,
Hinky-dinky parlez-vous.
The Old Barbed Wire
If you want to find the sergeant,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the sergeant,
I know where he is,
He's lying on the canteen floor,
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Lying on the canteen floor,
I've seen him,
Lying on the canteen floor.
If you want to find the quarter-bloke,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the quarter-bloke,
I know where he is,
He's miles and miles behind the line,
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Miles and miles behind the line,
I've seen him,
Miles and miles and miles behind the line.
If you want to find the sergeant-major
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the sergeant-major
I know where he is,
He's boozing up the private's rum.
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Boozing up the private's rum.
I've seen him,
Boozing up the private's rum.
If you want to find the CO,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the CO,
I know where he is,
He's down in the deep dug-outs.
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Down in the deep dug-outs
I've seen him,
Down in the deep dug-outs.
If you want to find the old battalion,
I know where they are, I know where they are.
If you want to find the old battalion,
I know where they are,
They're hanging on the old barbed wire.
I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em,
Hanging on the old barbed wire,
I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em,
Hanging on the old barbed wire.
It's a Long Way to Tipperary (Parody)
That's the wrong way to tickle Marie,
That's the wrong way to kiss!
Don't you know that over here, lad
They like it best like this!
Hooray pour la France!
Farewell Angleterre!
We didn't know the way to tickle Marie,
But we learned how over here!
Over There (by George M. Cohan)
Over There
Over There
Send the word
Send the word
Over There
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tuming everywhere.
Over There
Say a prayer
Send the word
Send the word
To beware.
It will be over
We're coming over
And we won't come back
Till it's over
Over There
Johnnie get your gun
Get your gun, get your gun
Back in town to run
Home to run, home to run
Hear them calling you and me
Every son of liberty
Hurry right away
Don't delay go today
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to pine
To be proud their boy's in line.
The Watch on the Rhine
There sounds a call like thunder's roar,
Like the crash of swords, like the surge of waves.
To the Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
Who will the stream's defender be?
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
To heaven he gazes. Spirits of heroes look down.
He vows with proud battle-desire:
O Rhine! You will stay as German as my breast!
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
Even if my heart breaks in death,
You will never be French.
As you are rich in water
Germany is rich in hero's blood.
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
So long as a drop of blood still glows,
So long as a hand the dagger can draw,
So long an arm the rifle can hold -
Never will an enemy touch your shore.
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
Sempers,
Roger
:marine:
Mademoiselle from Armenteers (Armentieres)
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
Parlez-vous,
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
Parlez-vous,
Mademoiselle from Armenteers,
She hasn't been kissed for forty years,
Hinky-dinky parlez-vous.
The Old Barbed Wire
If you want to find the sergeant,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the sergeant,
I know where he is,
He's lying on the canteen floor,
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Lying on the canteen floor,
I've seen him,
Lying on the canteen floor.
If you want to find the quarter-bloke,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the quarter-bloke,
I know where he is,
He's miles and miles behind the line,
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Miles and miles behind the line,
I've seen him,
Miles and miles and miles behind the line.
If you want to find the sergeant-major
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the sergeant-major
I know where he is,
He's boozing up the private's rum.
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Boozing up the private's rum.
I've seen him,
Boozing up the private's rum.
If you want to find the CO,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the CO,
I know where he is,
He's down in the deep dug-outs.
I've seen him, I've seen him,
Down in the deep dug-outs
I've seen him,
Down in the deep dug-outs.
If you want to find the old battalion,
I know where they are, I know where they are.
If you want to find the old battalion,
I know where they are,
They're hanging on the old barbed wire.
I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em,
Hanging on the old barbed wire,
I've seen 'em, I've seen 'em,
Hanging on the old barbed wire.
It's a Long Way to Tipperary (Parody)
That's the wrong way to tickle Marie,
That's the wrong way to kiss!
Don't you know that over here, lad
They like it best like this!
Hooray pour la France!
Farewell Angleterre!
We didn't know the way to tickle Marie,
But we learned how over here!
Over There (by George M. Cohan)
Over There
Over There
Send the word
Send the word
Over There
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tuming everywhere.
Over There
Say a prayer
Send the word
Send the word
To beware.
It will be over
We're coming over
And we won't come back
Till it's over
Over There
Johnnie get your gun
Get your gun, get your gun
Back in town to run
Home to run, home to run
Hear them calling you and me
Every son of liberty
Hurry right away
Don't delay go today
Make your daddy glad
To have had such a lad
Tell your sweetheart not to pine
To be proud their boy's in line.
The Watch on the Rhine
There sounds a call like thunder's roar,
Like the crash of swords, like the surge of waves.
To the Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
Who will the stream's defender be?
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
To heaven he gazes. Spirits of heroes look down.
He vows with proud battle-desire:
O Rhine! You will stay as German as my breast!
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
Even if my heart breaks in death,
You will never be French.
As you are rich in water
Germany is rich in hero's blood.
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
So long as a drop of blood still glows,
So long as a hand the dagger can draw,
So long an arm the rifle can hold -
Never will an enemy touch your shore.
Dear Fatherland, rest quietly.
Sure stands and true the watch,
The watch on the Rhine.
Sempers,
Roger
:marine: