Brazil, Jules
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Works
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| And I'm thinking of a battle In which we fought but yesterday |
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| At the end of a long and weary day |
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| The battle at the gates of love : song |
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| Cakes that made us smile all over |
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| The call for soldiers |
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| Dreaming of home |
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| Dry toast |
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| Every soldier is my sweetheart |
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| Fare you well I must go little darling |
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| Hip! Hip! Hooray for the boys who went away, c1919: |
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| Hoist the flag of the Red, White and Blue |
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| I'll come back to you : when my fighting days are through |
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| In an oriental land across the sea |
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| Lord Byng |
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| Oh! grey and violet lady |
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| Oh! my little butterfly I love you |
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| Oh! Sans! Sans! Lota |
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| Only a flower of springtime : song |
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| Open the Red Cross package, my boys |
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| Remember how she gladly nursed your pals, boys |
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| Remember Nurse Cavell |
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| Rivercourt march |
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| Sailing Sailing over the bounding foam |
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| I sat and dreamed of bygone days |
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| I saw you last night lovely butterfly |
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| See a Belgian maid sits knitting for the soldiers |
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| Send me a letter from far away |
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| So cheer up little mother |
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| So come, boys, come, and join our Army |
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| So it's skirts, skirts, most of them flirts |
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| So we'll use Nukol |
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| Softly the daylight fades |
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| A soldier boy enlisted |
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| Soldier boy is happy, so gay and free |
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| Sometime in rosetime : the sweetest song, like the perfume of the roses : fox trot of the roses |
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| Song I will sing of a land that is dear to me |
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| Sons of Canada, brave hearts and Britains pride |
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| Sons of the Empire were they |
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| Strike for the grand old flag |
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| That someone, sweetheart, is you |
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| Then sing it with me, and sing it with glee |
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| There are chickens who are knowing |
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| There is no other compared to you |
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| There's a corner of the flag for you to hold! : song |
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| There's a dear Irish Colleen who's waiting for me |
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| There's a field on which I've fought in Flanders |
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| There's a nice wee hoose in Scotland |
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| There's a town far away, where my thoughts ever stray |
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| There's hardly a man among you |
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| They sing the song of Moses |
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| They're the finest of them all |
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| Thinking of friends left behind |
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| Tho' the din of your battles for freedom |
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| Through out the land the bugle calls, to arms! to arms! to arms! |
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| Till you return |
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| Tinkle tinkle telephone |
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| Tis the lovelight of your eyes |
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| Twas in an old-fashioned garden |
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| Under the lantern light out in the barn tonight |
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| We are marching along, marching along |
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| We have praised Joan of Arc |
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| We lament at the high cost of living |
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| We long for the dawn of peace we say |
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| Welcome, welcome, that's a mother's prayer |
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| We'll fight, boys, fight for freedom, justice, right |
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| We'll soon be back in Erin : song |
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| We're fighting for our country and we're battling for the flag |
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| What are you going to do : patriotic song |
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| What's this joyous feeling o'er the earth astealing |
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| When the old lion's paw raises up to war |
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| When war broke o'er our nation fair |
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| When we march into Berlin : patriotic song |
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| Which is the place that I long for |
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| Who is the man we all admir[e]d in time of war |
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| Why is all this joy today |
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| With her bright eyes of blue |
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| You have well done your bit over there, lads : song |
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| You lifted the veil of darkness |
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| Young aviator so bold and so brave |
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| Your King and country need you |
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| A youth and a maiden were dreaming one night |
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