Damn, Damn, Damn the Filipinos



ln that land of dopy dreams, happy peaceful Philippines,

Where the bolo-man is hiking night and day;

Where Tagalos steal and lie, where Americanos die,

There you hear the soldiers sing this evening lay :



cho: Damn, damn, damn the Filipinos, cross-eyed kakiack ladrones,

Underneath our starry flag, civilize 'em with a Krag,

And return us to our own beloved homes.



Underneath the nipa thatch, where the skinny chickens scrath,

Only refuge after hiking all day long,

When I lay me down to sleep, slimy lizards o'er me creep,

Then you hear the soldiers sing this evening song:

Social customs there are few, all the ladies smoke and chew.

And the men do things the padres say are wrong.

But the padres cut no ice -- for they live on fish and rice--

Where you hear the soldiers sing this evening song:

@army @war @bitching

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