ARMY BUGS Soldiers sing of their beans and canteens, Of the coffee in old army cup, Why not mention the small friends we`ve seen Always trying to chew
A SAILOR'S LIFE A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know
ALL THE PRETTY LITTLE HORSES Hushaby, don' you cry Go to sleepy little baby When you awake you shall have cake And all the pretty little horses. Blacks