Brazil, Jules
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100 1 _ ‡a Brazil, Jules
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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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