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„Dixie Union”
Away down South in the land of traitors,
Rattlesnakes and alligators,
Right away! Come away! Right away! Right away, come away!
Where cotton's king and men are chattles,
Union boys will win the battles, right away!
Come away! Right away! Right away, come away!
We'll all go down to Dixie, away! Away!
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away! Away! We'll all go down to Dixie!
Away! Away! We'll all go down to Dixie!
I wish I was in Baltimore,
I'd make secession traitors roar right away!
Come away! Right away! Come away! Right away, come away!
We'll put the traitors all to route,
I'll bet my boots we'll whip 'em out,
Right away! Come away! Right away, come away!
We'll all go down to Dixie, away! Away!
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away! Away! We'll all go down to Dixie!
Away! Away!We'll all go down to Dixie!
O may our Stars and Stripes still wave forever roar the
Free and brave! Right away! Come away! Right away, come away!
And let our motto forever be for Union and for
Liberty, right away! Come away! Right away, come away!
We'll all go down to Dixie, away! Away!
Each Dixie boy must understand that he must mind his Uncle Sam
Away, away, !
We'll all go down to Dixie! Away, away, we'll all go down...

„Kinky boots”

I drove my Saracen through your garden last night
I  kicked your front door down around at midnight
Oh  something's telling me boy, you're avoiding me
And when I find you, you will go for your tea

Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've  got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
And  when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're here to take your land

My  good friend Bertie, he's in the UDR
(who-ar who-ar)
Searching for weapons, he will go near and far
(who-ar who-ar)
Up  around by Cappagh, you'd never find him there
Oh the only gun he'd get there is an Armalite in his ear
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've  got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
And  when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Trevor, he's in the RUC
(I see I see)
But now they've handed him his redundancy
(I see I see)
The folks along the border won't be seeing him anymore
That provo sniper will be missing him for sure

Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've  got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
And  when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Nigel, he's in the SAS
(oh yes oh yes)
He said a change is just as good as arrest
(oh yes oh yes)
But now they've posted him way down to Crossmaglen
He wishes to blazes he was back in jail again

Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've  got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
And  when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Sammy, he's in the DUP
(I see I see)
An outstanding member, as all the world can see
(I see I see)
I said go up to Donegal, if you want to have some fun
He said I'll take a run there, if I have nothing on

Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've  got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
And  when we go on night patrol we hold each other's hands
We are the British Army and we're here to take your land



Bij bolszewika w każdej go postaci,
bo to jest twój największy dzisiaj wróg.
To przecież on kościami twoich braci,
brukował sieć swych niezliczonych dróg
To przecież on na Sybir gnał twe dzieci,
a z jęków ich wesołą składał pieśń.
To przecież on dziś naszych ojców gnieci,
i każe im komuny jarzmo nieść.
To przecież on w katyńskim ciemnym lesie
wbił w polską pierś znienacka ostry nóż,
mordując tam najlepszych polskich synów
jak podły zbir, nikczemny zdrajca, tchórz.
To przecież on jak bóstwo czci Stalina
kapłanom twym nie szczędząc srogich mąk.
To przecież on z kościołów zrobił kina
i depcze krzyż, czerwoną gwiazdę czcząc.
To przecież on nie wierzyć w Boga zmusza
tumaniąc nas potęgą krasnych szmat,
by człowieczeństwo w sercu twoim zgasło,
byś ty nie wiedział, co to znaczy brat.
To przecież on zrabował twoje mienie
i krew serdeczną sączy z naszych ran.
On przecież psa niż ciebie więcej ceni
boś Polak jest – więc [wróg i polski] pan.
To przecież on braterstwa głosząc hasła
do więzień pcha młodzieży naszej kwiat.
by człowieczeństwo w sercu twoim zgasło,
byś ty nie wiedział, co to znaczy brat.
Zasłonę więc zrzuć z oczu miły bracie,
Niech zagrzmi znów praojców złoty róg.
Bij bolszewika w każdej go postaci
bo to jest twój największy dzisiaj wróg.

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