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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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In that land of dopy dreams, happy peaceful Philippines,
Where the bolo-man is hiking night and day; Where-Tagalos steal and lie, where Americanos die,
There you hear the soldiers sing this evening lay:
Chorus:
Damn, damn, damn the Filipinos, cross-eyed kakiack ladrones Underneath our starry flag civilize 'em with a Krag, And return us to our own beloved homes.
Underneath the nipa thatch, where the skinny chickens scratch,
Only refuge after hiking all day long, When I lay me down to sleep, slimy lizards o'er me creep,
Then you hear the soldiers sing this evening song:
Damn, damn, damn the Filipinos, etc.
Social customs there are few, all the ladies smoke and chew.
And the men do things the padres say are wrong. But the padres cut no ice—for they live on fish and rice—
Where you hear the soldiers sing this evening song:
Damn, damn, damn the Filipinos, etc. |
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