| A Spaniard who hails from Alcala,
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| When angered would shout mucha mala,
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| lie tossed a grenade at a Moorish Brigade.
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| And blew all those fascists to Allah,
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| Yippee ai aUee ai ay.
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| o Ihe Lincoln Battalion by cracky.
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| . |
| hunch of brave bozos though wacky,
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| Th ey held down the line for monlh! |
| t al a lillH'.
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| 'Gai1l51 Franco II Duce’s lackE-Y,
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| Yippee ai aUee ai ay.
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| 'Twas there on the plains of Brunetc,
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| ': Iidst a hail of steel and confeli,
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| With our planes and our bomh! |
| t w (' w. uld
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| : ollla: oh Franco·: o. |
| ranks.
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| Got sick on Italian spaghelli,
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| Yippee ai aUee ai ay.
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| o the Lincoln boys fought at Jarama,
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| They made the Jascisti cry mama,
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| They were holding Ihe line for months at a time,
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| And for sp'>rt they. |
| would play wilh a bomha,
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| Yippee ai aUee ai ay.
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| A codger from old Albacetc,
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| Took on 16 goats or a betta,
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| When asked how he f’lt. |
| he just hitched up his belt,
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| And said, Ii] can’t tell just as yetta,"
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| Yippee ai aUee ai ay. |