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Jan 2019
You can keep your Army khaki,

You can keep your Navy blue,

I have the World's best fighting man,

To introduce to you

His uniform is different,

The best you've ever seen,

The Germans called him "Devil Dog"

His real name is "Marine."

He was born on Parris Island,

The place where God forgot.

The sand is eighteen inches deep,

The sun is blazing hot.

He gets up every morning,

Before the rising sun.

He'll run a hundred miles and more,

Before the day is done.

He's deadly with a rifle,

A bayonet made of steel.

He took the Warrior's calling card,

He's mastered *******.

And when he gets to Heaven,

St. Peter he will tell,

One more Marine reporting, sir,

I've spent my time in Hell.

So listen, all you young girls,

To what I have to say;

Go find yourself a young Marine,

To love you everyday.

He'll hug you and he'll kiss you,

And treat you like a queen,

There is no better Fighting Man,

The United States Marine
Another cadence from my day's on Paris Island
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