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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Oh, yes, I have a daughter fair, With lily-white hands and golden hair.
Mademoiselle from Armentieres, She hadn't been kissed in forty years.
She might have been young for all we knew, When Napoleon flopped at Waterloo.
She never could hold the love of a man, For she took her baths in a talcum can.
Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Mademoiselle from Armentieres, You'll never get your Croix de Guerre, If you never wash your underwear.
Mademoiselle from Orleans,
She made me sell my Liberty Bonds.
The French, they are a funny race,
They fight with their feet and save their face.
The cootie is the national bug of France, The cootie's found all over France, No matter where you hang your pants.
Our grease-ball * is a goddam dirty bum, He bails out swill and makes the slum.
Oh, the seventy-seventh went over the top, A sous lieutenant, a Jew, and a Wop.
The medical corps, they held the line, With C.C pills and iodine.
* Grease-ball = cook.