Stand-Offish wrote:<Clears throat>
Oh Donny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Donny boy, oh Donny boy, I love you so.
Do you also remember this on also sung by Josef Locke?
My heart is broken,
But what care I?
Such pride inside may be woken,
I'll try my best not to cry,
By and by,
When the final farewells must be spoken.
I'll join the Legion,
That's what I'll do.
And in some far distant region,
Where human hearts are staunch and true,
I shall start my life anew.
Good-bye, it's time
I sought a foreign clime,
Where I may find
there are hearts more kind
Than I leave behind.
And so, I go,
To fight a savage foe,
Although I know
I'll be sometimes missed by the girls I've kissed.
In some Abyssinian French Dominion
I shall do my bit,
And fall for the flag if I must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit;
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die
You'll know the reason why
When told of bold Leopold's "last stand"
For the Fatherland.
Good-bye, Good-bye.
I wish you all a last Good-bye.
Good-bye, Good-bye.
I wish you all a last Good-bye.
Good-bye, Good-bye. Good-bye.
Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.
I'm sick of standing
Behind a chair
Bread-sauce respectfully handing.
henceforth I'm free as the air,
I declare,
And my chest has a chance of expanding.
I've done with women,
And now I plan
To join the army of he-men.
And show the ladies, If I can,
that a waiter's still a man.
Good-bye, it's time,
I sought a foreign clime,
Where I may find
There are hearts more kind
Than I leave behind.
And so, I go
To fight a savage foe,
Although I know
I'll be sometimes misses by the girls I've kissed.
In some Abyssinian French Dominion
I shall do my bit,
And fall for the flag if I must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit;
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die,
You'll know the reason why
When told of bold Leopold's "last stand"
For the Fatherland.
Good-bye. Good-bye
I wish you all a last Good-bye.
Good-bye. Good-bye.
I wish you all a last Good-bye
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