Of the New York National Guard,
And I’ve come to this island of Cuba,
To fight with my National Guard.
Back home I was a milkman,
But I worked very hard,
And now, thanks to this war in Cuba,
I command New York's National Guard.
I hope that this war is soon over,
And a Spaniard I never shall see,
For he’ll probably be the type of a chap,
To open fire on me.
And what‘s even worse than this matter,
They tell me I should shoot back in return,
But they never taught me to fire,
Drinking is all that I learned.
Citizens be proud of your National Guard,
For we guard you both night and day,
True, we are not the best fighters,
But someone must march in parades.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/1 - 09:58
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