<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yanks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man, <br>For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began: <br>Sergeant Dennis P. O'Leary, from somewhere on Archie Road, <br>Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and flowed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the captain says: 'O'Leary, from your fightin' company <br>Pick a dozen fightin' Yankees and come skirmishin' with me; <br>Pick a dozen fightin' devils, and I know it's you who can.' <br>And O'Leary, he saluted like a first-class fightin' man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'Leary's eye was piercin' and O'Leary's voice was clear: <br>'Dimitri Georgoupoulos!' And Dimitri answered 'Here!' <br>Then 'Vladimir Slaminsky! Step three paces to the front, <br>For we're wantin' you to join us in a little Heinie hunt!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Garibaldi Ravioli!' Garibaldi was to share; <br>And 'Ole Axel Kettleson!' and 'Thomas Scalp-the-Bear!' <br>Who was Choctaw by inheritance, bred in the blood and bones, <br>But set down in army records by the name of Thomas Jones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Van Winkle Schuyler Stuyvesant!' Van Winkle was a bud <br>From the ancient tree of Stuyvesant and had it in his blood; <br>'Don Miguel de Colombo!' Don Miguel's next of kin <br>Were across the Rio Grande when Don Miguel went in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ulysses Grant O'Sheridan!' Ulysses' sire, you see, <br>Had been at Appomattox near the famous apple-tree; <br>And 'Patrick Michael Casey!' Patrick Michael, you can tell, <br>Was a fightin' man by nature with three fightin' names as well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Joe Wheeler Lee!' And Joseph had a pair of fightin' eyes; <br>And his granddad was a Johnny, as perhaps you might surmise; <br>Then 'Robert Bruce MacPherson!' And the Yankee squad was done <br>With 'Isaac Abie Cohen!' once a lightweight champion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then O'Leary paced 'em forward and, says he: 'You Yanks, fall in!' <br>And he marched 'em to the captain. 'Let the skirmishin' begin.' <br>Says he, 'The Yanks are comin', and you beat 'em if you can!' <br>And saluted like a soldier and first-class fightin' man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+W+Foley">James W Foley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584404" data-title="Yanks de James W Foley" data-description="O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man, For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began: Sergeant Dennis P. O'Leary, from somewhere on Archie Road, Dodgin' shells and smellin' powder while the battle ebbed and flowed. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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