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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tipperary Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them,<br> Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare;<br>Fighting-fit and mirth-mad, music in the feet of them,<br> Swinging on to glory and the wrath out there.<br>Laughing by and chaffing by, frolic in the smiles of them,<br> On the road, the white road, all the afternoon;<br>Strangers in a strange land, miles and miles and miles of them,<br> Battle-bound and heart-high, and singing this tune:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a long way to Tipperary,<br> It's a long way to go;<br>It's a long way to Tipperary,<br> And the sweetest girl I know.<br>Good-bye, Piccadilly,<br> Farewell, Lester Square:<br>It's a long, long way to Tipperary,<br> But my heart's right there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Come, Yvonne and Juliette! Come, Mimi, and cheer for them!<br> Throw them flowers and kisses as they pass you by.<br>Aren't they the lovely lads! Haven't you a tear for them<br> Going out so gallantly to dare and die?<br>What is it they're singing so? Some high hymn of Motherland?<br> Some immortal chanson of their Faith and King?<br>'Marseillaise' or 'Brabanc,on', anthem of that other land,<br> Dears, let us remember it, that song they sing:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;C'est un chemin long 'to Tepararee',<br>C'est un chemin long, c'est vrai;<br>C'est un chemin long 'to Tepararee',<br>Et la belle fille qu'je connais.<br>Bonjour, Peekadeely!<br>Au revoir, Lestaire Squaire!<br>C'est un chemin long 'to Tepararee',<br>Mais mon coeur 'ees zaire'.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gallant old &quot;Contemptibles&quot;! There isn't much remains of them,<br> So full of fun and fitness, and a-singing in their pride;<br>For some are cold as clabber and the corby picks the brains of them,<br> And some are back in Blighty, and a-wishing they had died.<br>And yet it seems but yesterday, that great, glad sight of them,<br> Swinging on to battle as the sky grew black and black;<br>But oh their glee and glory, and the great, grim fight of them! --<br> Just whistle Tipperary and it all comes back:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a long way to Tipperary<br> (Which means &quot;'ome&quot; anywhere);<br>It's a long way to Tipperary<br> (And the things wot make you care).<br>Good-bye, Piccadilly<br> ('Ow I 'opes my folks is well);<br>It's a long, long way to Tipperary --<br> ('R! Ain't War just 'ell?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare;
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 Swinging on to glory and the wrath out there.
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