| Jimmy’s mother went to see her son
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| Marching along on parade
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| In his uniform and with his gun
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| What a lovely picture he made
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| She came home that evening
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| Filled up with delight
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| And to all the neighbors
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| She would yell with all her might
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| «Did you see my little Jimmy marching
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| With the soldiers up the avenue?
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| There was Jimmy just as stiff as starch
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| Just like his father on the seventeenth o' March
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| Did you notice all the lovely ladies
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| Casting their eyes at him?
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| Away he went
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| To live in a tent
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| Over in France with his regiment
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| Were you there, and tell me, did you notice?
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| They were all out of step but Jim»
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| That night little Jimmy’s father stood
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| Buying the drinks for the crowd
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| You could tell that he was feeling good
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| He was talking terribly loud
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| Twenty times he treated
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| My, but he was dry
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| When his glass was empty
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| He would treat again and cry
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| «Did you see me little Jimmy marching
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| With the soldiers up the avenue?
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| There was Jimmy just as stiff as starch
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| Like his father on the seventeenth o' March
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| Did you notice all the lovely ladies
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| A-casting their eyes at him?
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| Sure it made me glad
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| To gaze at the lad
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| And Lord help the Kaiser if he’s like his dad
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| Were you there, oh you were, well did you notice?
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| They were all out of step but Jim» |