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THREE LITTLE SISTERS

There were three little sisters,

three little sisters
And each one only in her teens
One loved a soldier, one

loved a sailor
And one lover a lad

from the Marines.
Oh, the three little sisters
They were the fairest
From Iceland to Philippines,
So said the soldier,
So said the ;sailor,
And so said the lad from Marines
And when the boys

marched away,
The girls said they’d be true
Until the boys came back

some day.
Now the three little sisters,

three little sisters
Stay home and read their

magazines,
You can tell it to the soldiers,
Tell it to the sailors,
And tell it to the Marines.

JOHNNY DOGHBOY FOUND A
ROSE IN IRELAND

Johnny Doughboy found a rose

in Ireland,
Sure the fairest flow’r that

ever grew.
Oh, the Blarney in her talk
Took him back to old New York,
Where his mother spoke the
sweetest blarney, too.

Johnny Doughboy found a rose

in Ireland,
And she stole his hearth with

smiling eyes of blue,
He said, „Darlin’ ’tis my duty
To make an American beauty
Of a sweet Irish rose like you".

MISS YOU

I miss you, since you went

away dear,
Miss you more than I can say,
dear,

Daytime, nighttime, nothing I do
Can make me forget,
That I still loved you.
Kiss me, in may dreams

I kiss you,
Wispering, „Darling how I

miss you",
Tell me, do you ever miss me
As I miss you.

OH! SUSANNA!

I come from Alabamy vi ma

banjo on ma knee;
I’m gwine to Louisiana ma

true lovte for to see;
It rain’d all night de day I left
De weather it.-was dry,
De sun so hot I frose to death,
Susanna don’t you cry.
Oh! Susanna, Oh! don’t yo

cry for me,
I’ve come from Alabamy, with

may banjo on may knee.

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/’IEIMILISRITIÐ’.

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