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John Edmond

Troopie Boy You’ve Won

I’m sure you must have thought sometimes
While lying in the sticks –
What the hell am I doing here,
I don’t do this for kicks?
There’s a peaceful town to the south of us
And a beach of sand and sun…
It’s you who fought to keep it –
And troopie boy, you’ve won!

R:No matter what your thinking
And I know the cost is high
To go through all that hell on Earth
And see you best friend die
To feel the world’s against you
And the headlines say – you’re done!
You slap the devil in the face
And troopie boy, you’ve won!

Although there are no flowers
And the victory parade
Prancing through the cities
In a fancy motorcade
In God’s eyes you’re a hero
And I know the time will come
When the good things will get back to you –
Troopie boy, you’ve won!

In the world there is no justice –
It’s all a righteous face
But behind it is corruption
That infests the human race
You just keep your courage
And teach it to your son
Fight for what you know is right
And troopie boy, you’ve won!

Перевод fischdottir

Уверен, думал ты не раз
В ночи меж двух атак
«Какого черта бился я
Ведь все не просто так?»
Смотри – на юге городок
Огни вдали горят
И это ты их защищал
Ты победил, солдат

Пр: Пускай ты сомневался,
И цена не так проста
Ведь ты прошел сквозь ад земной –
Твой друг остался там
Весь мир в газетной склоке
Тебе конец сулил
Но смерть ты дернул за усы
Солдат, ты победил!

Цветов ты не дождался
Парада не видал
Никто тебе вдоль улиц
Рукою не махал
Но видит бог героя
Ты это должен знать
Хорошее вернется вновь
Ты победил, солдат

Нет правды в этом мире
Куда ни посмотри
За благостной улыбкой
Прогнило все внутри
Но сможешь ты отвагу
И сыну передать
Чтобы за правду бился он
Ты победил, солдат!

The Whenve Song

Whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, whenwe, when when we…

When we cross the mighty Pungwe
The gooks were righty angry
When we caught them with their pants down on parade…
When we visited Chimoio
They weren’t full of joy-o
‘Cause we messed up all the killing plans they made…

When we flew beneath the radar
With the guts of Douglas Bader
When we dropped the fireworks at Westlands Farm…
When we popped into Lusaka
And made a quick departure
‘Cause we weren’t there to visit or to charm…

R:They don’t forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary
They don’t forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don’t forget so why in the hell should we?

When we crossed the world embargos
And we still got our cargos
Like Boeing 720s and the like…
When we got a note of thanks
For the great big Russian tanks
That we hijacked somewhere in the pale moonlight…

When we made our own munitions
And security inventions
When we sent the kids to school with gun in hand…
When we thought it’s just a trifle
For a girl to tote a rifle
‘Twas just a daily routine in our land…

R:They don’t forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary.
They don’t forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don’t forget so why in the hell should we?

When we buried trooper Brading
And did our last parading
When we moved the Troopie statue to the south…
When we joined the other nations
We retain associations
And suggest that any critic shut his mouth…

When we stop just to remember
On The 11th of November…
When we think of fallen comrades on that day…
When we think of all the sad times,
We think of all the glad times
Rhodesians never die – that’s what they say!

R:They don’t forget their Poppy Day, the Battle of the Boyne
And many worthless anniversary.
They don’t forget their May Day, V-E and V-J Day
They don’t forget so why in the hell should we?
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In the name of Grey

There’s a rusty stirrup, a rotting bandolier
An old Martini-Henry from history’s frontier
In the state museum those pictures on the wall
Look as if they’re living – they never died at all

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey

Let fantom band of horsemen riding in the sky
Sentries of the spirit they never will let die
Their long and lonely vigil hasn’t been in vain
The spirit has awakened the horsemen ride again

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey

There’s a shining stirrup, the loaded magazine
An automatic rifle, the suit of jungle green
There’s a band of horsemen riding on patrol
Fighting from the saddle like in days of old

They ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Like those men of yesterday
And they ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride in the name of Grey
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Rhodesians never die

Here’s the story of Rhodesia, a land both fair and great.
On 11th of November an independent state.
This was much against the wishes of certain governments.
Whose leaders tried to break us down, to make us all repent.

Chorus:
But we’re all Rhodesians and we’ll fight through thick and thin.
We’ll keep our land a free land, stop the enemy coming in.
We’ll keep them north of the Zambezi till that river’s running dry.
This mighty land will prosper for Rhodesians never die.

They can send their men to murder and they can shout their words of hate.
But the cost of keeping this land free will never be too great.
For our men and boys are fighting for the things that they hold dear.
This land and all its people will never disappear.

We’ll preserve this little nation, for our children’s children too.
For once you’re a Rhodesian, no other land will do
We will stand forth in the sunshine, with the truth upon our side.
And if we have to go alone, we’ll go alone with pride.

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Вот история Родезии, родной моей страны,
Чьи люди независимы, отважны и честны.
Но наша независимость была гвоздем в заду
Тех стран,которые хотят вести нас в поводу.

Припев:

Но все мы – родезийцы, мы бьемся до конца,
И враг нас не возьмет, пока стучат наши сердца.
Не перейдет Замбези он, пока река течет,
Ни один из родезийцев не отступит и не умрет!

Пускай они к нам шлют убийц и платных клеветников,
Свободы не удержит звон штыков и кошельков.
Поскольку бьемся мы за то, что всей душою чтим,
Мы ни народа, ни страны врагам не отдадим.

Припев:

Эту маленькую нацию мы для внуков сохраним
Ибо только этот край земли мы можем звать своим.
При свете дня за правду постоим к плечу плечом –
И если нам идти одним – то с гордостью пойдем.
© morreth
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Green Leader Theme

These are the thoughts that run through the sky warrior’s mind.
He is a man a very special kind:

Our winnigs are fortress to our land
Today a special missions plan
Dear land, today I’ll serve thee well
My motherland has gone through hell

No one in the world to hit her
Tomorrow the world will know Green Leader

Fight anywhere and everywhere
Speed and courage and the prayer
Seek and strike, strike frome above
Do it for the ones you love

And as our sections now deploy
A minute to run, seek and destroy
Swift to support men and machines
Aspire to achieve out dreams

Green Leader: Lusaka tower, this is Green Leader.
Lusaka tower: Station calling tower?
Green Leader: Lusaka tower this is Green Leader. This is a message for the station commander at Mumbwa from the Rhodesian Air Force. We are attacking the terrorist base at Westlands Farm at this time. This attack is against Rhodesian dissidents and not against Zambia. Rhodesia has no quarrel, repeat, no quarrel with Zambia or her security forces. We therefore ask you not to intervene or oppose our attack. However, we are orbiting your airfield at this time and are under orders to shoot down any Zambian Air Force aircraft, which does not comply with this request and attempts to take off. Did you copy all that?
Lusaka tower: Copied.
Green Leader: Roger, thanks. Cheers.

This is what God would have willed
Kill – or see the children killed
My little country cries for peace
No one will hear her case at least

No one in the world to hit her
Tomorrow the world will know Green Leader
==============================

Pick yourself up

On a hot dusty playground in an old country school
Where nobody heard of the Queensbury rules
A skinny young boy cries the tears of defeat
And they made two rivers on the dust of his cheek

So he ran home to mother to tell her his woes
How the bully had licked him and bloodied his nose
She said to him: Son, you won’t be quite small
But the bigger they are the harder they fall

So pick yourself up and dust yourself down
Battles ain’t won lying down on the ground
Never say die and always come back
‘Cause dynamite comes in a very small pack

On a hot dusty battleground serving his land
This boy was a mortally wounded young man
He said to himself: Man, you ain’t dead yet
He remembered the words that his mother had said:

So pick yourself up and dust yourself down
Battles ain’t won lying down on the ground
Never say die and always come back
‘Cause dynamite comes in a very small pack

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На школьной площадке в горячей пыли
Мальчишка пытался подняться с земли.
Он плакал, обида глаза ему жгла –
И вниз по щекам со слезами текла.

Домой он приплелся, и маме сказал,
Что старший разбил ему нос и сбежал.
Она отвечала – “Ну что ж, будь сильней.
Кто выше, сынок, тому падать больней.

Итак, соберись, поднимайся с земли,
Не выиграть битвы, валяясь в пыли.
Плевать, что их много, а ты одинок –
Один в поле воин, запомни, сынок!”

На поле сраженья, в горячечой мгле
Солдат молодой умирал на земле.
Последние силы собрал он и встал
Слова своей матери он прошептал:

“Итак, соберись, поднимайся с земли,
Не выиграть битвы, валяясь в пыли.
Плевать, что их много, а ты одинок –
Один в поле воин, запомни, сынок!”
© morreth

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When The Leaf Is On The Tree

When the leaves are free and flying
In the chilly winds of May
And the falling star is dying
In a crystal milky way
When the golden grass is blowing
And the days are weal and clear
Yet the hours are quickly going
And I sped to have you near

When the leaf is on the tree
And the grass is green and high
Is the time when I must leave you
Is the time when men will die

Is the time when I need your love
And your thoughts surrounding me
Is the prayin’ time for all mankind
When the leaf is on the tree.

When the leaves like crushed and broken
In a hot October sun
When the words of ease are spoken
And the world is truly one
When the first rain of November
Brings its gifts of greenery
It’s the time to remeber
When the leaf is on the tree

When the leaf is on the tree
And the grass is green and high
Is the time when I must leave you
Is the time when men will die

Is the time when I need your love
And your thoughts surrounding me
Is the prayin’ time for all mankind
When the leaf is on the tree.
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It makes me so sad

I picked up the “Chronicle”
I read about the debacle
And of victory of your attack.
The story in the “Herald” said:
Some were wounded, some were dead
Then I saw you won’t be coming back.

And it makes me so sad,
It makes me so sad –
To see all the names in gold
Up there on the honor roll.
After your sacrifice
There will be better life.
When I think of what you could have –
It makes me so sad.

We read about it all the time –
Ambush, gunshot wounds, landmine
And often it’s nobody that would know.
But when I hear that friends are maimed,
Or daddy crippled or left blind –
Brings a story all that near a home.

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Last Word in Rhodesian
R is for the Regiments who fight the winning fight,
H is for the Homefires that the folks are keeping bright,
O is for the Other Ranks and Officers as well, and
D is for the Die-Hards who will even fight in hell,
E is for the Enemy that just won’t ever win,
S is for the spirit of our men that won’t grow dim,
I is for the Independence that we have to share, and
A is for the Arms that we will always have to bear.

CHORUS

And the first name in Rhodesian is Rhodes,
That’s a name that everybody knows;
It may be as Rhodesian as the flag of white and green,
But the last word in Rhodesian is Ian.

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Battle of Bembezi
We fought them on the Bonko, it was just the other day!
They laid an ambush in our path – we went another way
To capture Bulawayo and stop a fearful war,
The Salisbury Horse, Victoria Rangers and the old Cape Corps.

On the 1st day of November of eighteen ninety-three
We fought the Matabele at the Battle of Bembezi!

We formed the laager on the hill at mid-day for to rest
We saw Insukameni regiment towards the west
We swang the seven-pounder ’round and let a big one fly!
And from the east the Amaveni gave their battle cry

On the 1st day of November of eighteen ninety-three
We fought the Matabele at the Battle of Bembezi!

The wild Ingubu with the fierce Imbizo on the right
Came charging from the northern bush, they were a fearful sight
And near 6000 warriors we stopped them on the run
The bravest of the brave could never match the Maxim gun

On the 1st day of November of eighteen ninety-three
We fought the Matabele at the Battle of Bembezi!

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Rise, O voices of Rhodesia
Rise, O voices of Rhodesia,
God may we thy bounty share,
Give us strength to face all danger and,
Where challenge is, to dare.

Guide us, Lord, to wise decision,
Ever of thy grace aware,
Oh, let our hearts beat bravely always,
For this land within thy care.

Rise, O voices of Rhodesia,
Bringing her your proud acclaim,
Grandly echoing through the mountains,
Rolling over far flung plain.

Roaring in the mighty rivers,
Joining in one grand refrain,
Ascending to the sunlit heavens,
Telling of her honoured name

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Rhodies everywhere

They’re in the outback of Australia
They’re in the African Karroo
They’re in the tundra of Alaska
And there’s one in Timbuktu

They’re in Papua New Guinea
Singapore and in Rangoon
Neil Armstrong said he even
Saw them on the moon

They’re everywhere
They’re everywhere
You can even dial a Rhodie if you dare
They’re happy little nation
Despite the situation
If you need them they’ll be there
‘Cause there’re Rhodies everywhere

They’re in the whole of Europe
From Finnland down to Spain
In the good old Middle East
From Israel to Bahrein

And I heard from sources in
The FBI and KGB
Security in the Kremlin’s
Run by a guy from the BSAP

They’re crawling out the woodwork
They’re falling out the trees
And they usually found
Where there’s braai smoke in the breeze

The fellers in their shorts
They’re the breed that’s really rare
No matter where you go –
They are Rhodies everywhere

They’re everywhere (you go)
They’re everywhere (you know)
You can even dial a Rhodie if you dare (uh-ho!)
They’re happy little nation
Despite the situation
If you need them they’ll be there
‘Cause there’re Rhodies everywhere.

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RAR Regimental Song – Sweet Banana

A, B, C, D, E Headquarters I will buy you a sweet banana
A, B, C, D, E Headquarters I will buy you a sweet banana

Banana, Banana, Banana, I will buy you a sweet banana

Shield spear and knobkerrie, soldiers in war and peace
In war she fights with bravery, I will buy you a sweet banana

One Two and the Depot RAR-O, I will buy you a sweet banana
One Two and the Depot RAR-O, I will buy you a sweet banana

Banana, Banana, Banana, I will buy you a sweet banana

Shield spear and knobkerrie, soldiers in war and peace
In war she fights with bravery, I will buy you a sweet banana

Rhodesia, Burma, Egypt ne Malaya takarwa tika kunda
Rhodesia, Burma, Egypt ne Malaya takarwa tika kunda

Muhondo, Muhondo, Muhondo Inorwa no kushinga
Nhowo pfumo netsvimbo ndiyo RAR-O
Muhondo ne runyararo ndichakutengera sweet banana

A, B, C, D Support Headquarters ndidzo ndichapedza hondo dzoze
A, B, C, D Support Headquarters ndidzo ndichapedza hondo dzoze

Banana, Banana, Banana ndichakutengera sweet banana

Nhowo pfomo netsvimbo ndiyo RAR-O
Muhondo ne runyararo ndichakutengera sweet banana

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The spirit is strong

He was just an ailing boy –
Seventeen no more.
Went away to cotton fields
Upon a distant shore.
He was weak but he was strong
In his will and mind.
He was loved by everyone
Each color creed and kind.

Even the people that were picking the cotton
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
Yes, the people that were picking the cotton
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.

Heard of diamonds in the west
He could see them glow.
Rising shining in his hand –
He knew he had to go.
Jack of spades to king of diamonds,
Born to live the land.
Sweet charisma of his soul
Is the magic of the man.

Even the people that were digging the diamonds
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
Yes, the people that were digging the diamonds
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.

Then his eyes were turning north,
England in his mind.
Shan’t be long to Cairo now
One long railroad line.
There were impis making war,
To stop him they would kill.
Bloody conquer that worth words
And power of his will.

Even the people that were making the war
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.
Yes, the people that were making the war
Said, oh, the spirit is strong.

When the end was near he said:
Take me to my North.
Laid him in a simple grave,
Each stone of marble earth.
He did no want to lie in splendor,
Epitaphs in gold.
Just a lone Matopo hill
Where one can view the world.

Even the people that visit the hill
Say, oh, the spirit is strong.
Yes, the people that visit the hill
Say, oh, the spirit is strong.

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Kashile

Kashile, old friend of the family,
Servant and nursemaid to my brothers and me,
Kashile taught us all we knew
‘Bout life in the wild and then we grew,

I remember the day that I first went to school.
He never had been there himself but was nobody’s fool
By hunting the forests and fishing the rivers and brooks.
Could never be learnt very well by schoolrooms and books.
At night we were sit by his fire and play his old native games
With pebbles and stones and gaze at the flames.

Kashile, old friend of the family,
Servant and nursemaid to my brothers and me.
Kashile taught us all we knew
‘Bout life in the wild and then we grew.

I remember the day that I went to the war
He just stood there but I knew that his heart was sore.
For I saw something deep in those murky eyes –
Was it a premonition in the dark disguise?
Did he know of the carnage and of the tragedy?
Did he know at the outset what the outcome would be?

Kashile, old friend of the family,
Servant and nursemaid to my brothers and me.
Kashile taught us all we knew
‘Bout life in the wild and then we grew.

I remember the day that we finally left
There were tears in his eyes and a heaving came over his breast.
For he seem to know of the future political act
He’d be free in a way but it’s not what he wanted in fact
By life would be held in a nation just newly born
And he wouldn’t have us as an anchor to ride out the storm.

Kashile, old friend of the family,
Servant and nursemaid to my brothers and me.
Kashile taught us all we knew
‘Bout life in the wild and then we grew.
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The Candle That Burns

The sands of the desert were cruel and stark
They burn in the day and they chill in the dark
On that vast battleground on the eve of the fight
The candle that burns inspired them that night

Thge brine of the ocean was freezing and cold
The boys became men, and the men became bold
But they died just the same in the damp and the wet
The candle that burns will not let us forget

The candle that burns in the chappel will be
Left to burn where it stands in a world that is free
Do not cry little one for no one will take
The candle that burns on your first birthday cake

The sky was not meant to be shattered that way
With shells that exploded the night into day
And each time they returned on a wing and a prayer
The candle that burns was a welcoming there

The beaches remain and the red poppy blooms
The sands they have shifted and covered the tombs
Of the boys resting there in the earth and the sea
The candle that burns is to their memory

The candle that burns in the chappel will be
Left to burn where it stands in a world that is free
Do not cry little one for no one will take
The candle that burns on your first birthday cake

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We stand alone

On the white Limpopo sand
Up though green Manicaland,
Side by side and hand to hand
Everyone will make a stand –

No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh & bone
And the right to fight for what we own –
We stand alone! We stand alone!

Where the red flame-lilly grows
Where the wide Zambezi flows
Where the hunter’s fire glows
Every man and woman knows

No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh & bone
And the right to fight for what we own –
We stand alone! We stand alone!

Beyond the blue Matopo haze
Where the stately several braves
‘Cross the fields of waving maze
Even through the darkest days

No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh & bone
And the right to fight for what we own –
We stand alone! We stand alone!

Through the flood and through the grought
Through the years of fears and doubt
Never let the flame go out
We will stand alone and shout

No bastions of steel and stone,
No massacre of flesh & bone
And the right to fight for what we own –
We stand alone! We stand alone!

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Farewell Britannia

Oh, I can see a jacket of red and white and blue,
Some lions and a unicorn, a harp, a bulldog too
I see some shiny jewels that sparkle in a crown
Some hearts of oak, some daffodils and hills of thistledown

Is this good-bye now, my Greaten Britannia
Farewell Britannia, adieu!
Must I leave you now, my Greaten Britannia
Will this be my last good-bye to you!

Must I say good-bye to David and George and Patrik too
To Andrew and the cousins and to all the folks I knew
It was a family quarrel and I’m too beat to scold
You close the door and left me here standing in the cold

Is this good-bye now, my Greaten Britannia
Farewell Britannia, adieu!
Must I leave you now, my Greaten Britannia
Will this be my last good-bye to you!

I’ve got my red flame lilly, my Bird of Mystery,
I’ve got my own young lion that will walk the road with me
The coat I wear just isn’t the one that I once wore
You’ll find the old one hanging there behind your bolted door

Is this good-bye now, my Greaten Britannia
Farewell Britannia, adieu!
Must I leave you now, my Greaten Britannia
Will this be my last good-bye to you!

* * * * * *

Прощай, Британия!
(русский текст – fischdottir и tiomkin)

Мундиры красно-белые под флага синевой,
Львы и единороги, бульдог и лютни строй.
Короны самоцветы блестят в моих глазах,
Нарциссов луг, дубовый лес, чертополох в горах.

Пора прощаться, старушка Британия
Прощай, Британия, адью!
Я иду своей дорогой, Британия
Свой привет прощальный я пою

Эй, Дэвид, Джордж, и Патрик – вы все мне не друзья
И Эндрю, и кузены, все те, с кем знался я.
В семейной вашей сваре браниться я устал
Вы дверь свою закрыли – я на ветру стоял.

Но у меня- свой сокол и огненный цветок,
И лев, что ходит следом за мною вдоль дорог.
На мне другая куртка, не та, что я носил
А старую у вашей я двери позабыл.

Прим.: одна из самых популярных песен в Родезии

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Toy Train

Last thing I remember about my Daddy –
Before he left he bought me a little toy train.
And I remember smiling at him sadly
Then before he turn to walk out in the rain.

He said, son, I’m gonna ride a big toy train
‘Round the world and back again.
But, Mama, when is Daddy coming back?
She said, son, he’s gonna ride a big toy train
And he’ll be back again
Just as soon as Daddy runs outta track.

I spent my boyhood days growin’ out without him
Most of my time I spent lookin’ down the track
And everyday I ask my Mom ’bout him –
Mama, ain’t he had time to make it back?

She said, son, he’s riding on a big toy train
‘Round the world and back again.
But, Mama, when is Daddy coming back?
She said, son, he’s riding on a big toy train
And he’ll be back again
Just as soon as Daddy runs outta track.

Everyday I hear that whistle blowing
An’ everyday I watch my mama turn gray.
And I was almost grown when she star a-goin’
And I cheered her up before she passed away.

I said, mom, he’s riding on a big toy train
‘Round the world and back again.
But, son, when is Daddy coming back?
I said, mom, he’s riding on a big toy train
And he’ll be back again
Just as soon as Daddy runs outta track

But Mama knew the Daddy wasn’t comin back…

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When the Saints go marching in

O when the Saints go marching in
O when the Saints go marching in
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in

O when the Saints (O when the Saints) go on parade (all dressed in green)
O when the Saints go on parade (in number one)
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go on parade

O when the Saints go marching in
O when the Saints go marching in
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in

O when the Saints (O when the Saints) do fireforce (in an old G-Kar)
O when the Saints do fireforce (in an Alouette)
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints do fireforce

O when the Saints go marching in
O when the Saints go marching in
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in

O when the Saints (O when the Saints) go on the town (to the Old FlatDog)
O when the Saints go on the town
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go on the town

O when the Saints go marching in
O when the Saints go marching in
I wanna be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in

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Green and White

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
She won’t forget that day …
They were all at the Old Drill Hall
As the convoy pulled away.

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
It was hard to say good-bye
Tall and lean in his jungle green
She heard her mother cry

Green and White you’re flying in the blue Rhodesian sky
Green and White you know that we all love you ’till we die.

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
And his first letter went
“Thanks for the chocs and the glory box
And the kisses that you sent”.

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
He said I miss you all each day
Tall and lean in his jungle green
Heard her mother say

Green and White you’re flying in the blue Rhodesian sky
Green and White you know that we all love you ’till we die.

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
But now they’re not alone
They were all at the Old Drill Hall
As the Company came home.

Her Daddy went to fight for the Green and White
‘Cos their country means everything
Tall and lean in his jungle green
She heard her mother sing

Green and White you’re flying in the blue Rhodesian sky
Green and White you know that we all love you ’till we die.

Сергей Карамаев a.k.a. Tiomkin

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