Σαν σήμερα πριν 90 χρόνια λήγει ο πολύνεκρος πρώτος παγκόσμιος...5 η ώρα το πρωί της 11 Νοεμβρίου 1918.
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When I Send You a Picture of Berlin
Johnny Johnson feeling fit
Uniform and army kit
Johnny was a cam'ra fiend
Of that trip had often dreamed
Sweetheart crying at the pier
Said "I'm proud of you my dear"
Now you'll realize your dreams
Taking pictures of those scenes
Said John that's what I'll do
And I'll send them home to you
When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)
You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" I'm coming home
Sweetheart waving at the pier
Said I'm proud of you my dear
Dried her tears and heaved a sigh
Said he'll come back, "bye and bye"
There are million at the pier more like him
Full of vim in fighting trim
Smiling when they sail away
Our debt to France they're glad to pay
We'll miss them all at home
But there's truth in Johnny's poem.
When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)
You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" I'm coming home
When I send you a picture of London
Then you'll know I've landed safely "Over There"
When I've send you a snapshot of Paris
You'll know I'm ready to do and dare (I'll do my share)
You'll know I'm thinking about you
When I send you my photo all alone
But when I send you a picture of Berlin
You'll know it's over, "Over There" I'm coming home
Hunting The Hun
Over in France there's a game that's played
By all the soldier boys in each brigade
It's called Hunting the Hun
This is how it is done!
First you go get a gun
Then you look for a Hun
Then you start on the run for the son of a gun
You can capture them with ease
All you need is just a little Limburger cheese
Give 'em one little smell
They come out with a yell
Then your work is done
When they start to advance
Shoot 'em in the pants
That's the game called Hunting the Hun!
First you go get a gun
Then you look for a Hun
Then you start on the run for the son of a gun
You can capture them with ease
All you need is just a little Limburger cheese
Give 'em one little smell
They come out with a yell
Then your work is done
When they start to advance
Shoot 'em in the pants
That's the game called Hunting the Hun!
I met a soldier and he told me
It's just the latest thing across the sea
It's the game that is new
They're all doing it too!
First you go get a gun
Then you look for a Hun
Then you start on the run for the son of a gun
You can capture them with ease
All you need is just a little Limburger cheese
Give 'em one little smell
They come out with a yell
Then your work is done
When they start to advance
Shoot 'em in the pants
That's the game called Hunting the Hun!
First you go get a gun
Then you look for a Hun
Then you start on the run for the son of a gun
If you want to bring them out
Offer them a little bit of hot sauerkraut
They come over the top with a pip and a hop
Then your work is done
When they stop in to eat
Cut off their retreat
That's the game called Hunting the Hun!
First you go get a gun
Then you look for a Hun
Then you start on the run for the son of a gun
You can always make them pain
Let them know there's going to be a pinochle game
They come over the top with a pip and a hop
Then your work is done
When they first show their face
Crump 'em with a mace
That's the game called Hunting the Hun!
Keep The Trench Fires Going For The Boys Out There
First Verse:
Uncle Sammy's boys are somewhere over there in France
Someone's going to know they're in a fight.
Uncle Sammy's boys are not afraid to take a chance
When they're fighting for a cause that's right.
But while Uncle Sammy's boys are fighting brave and true,
There's something too that we have got to do.
Chorus (sung twice after each verse):
Keep the Trench-fires going for the boys out there.
Let's play fair, do our share.
Our boys are fighting for you and me, can't you see?
For you and me and Liberty.
Let's make a showing while they're o'er the foam,
Do your bit and bring them home.
Keep the Trench-fires going for the boys out there.
Let ev’ry son of Uncle Sammy do his share.
Second Verse:
Uncle Sammy’s boys are going over there to win
Someone will be wiser when they’re thro’.
Uncle Sammy’s boys are going right into Berlin,
Then they'll tell the Kaiser what to do.
But if we want Uncle Sammy's boys to finish strong,
It's up to us to help the boys along.
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