You're someone very special,
Hearts like yours are prized and rare.
There are smiles bright on my face,
You're the one who put them there.

Ireland has the Blarney Stone,
And its share of shamrocks green;
Ireland sure wants your visits,
To help the chefs with cuisine.

I hope you have a swell time,
While on the Emerald Isles,
And make Ireland much brighter,
With the sunshine of your smiles.

When you return from Ireland,
Immense light, here, there will be;
Your heart profuse with sunshine,
Highlights Missou's scenery.

Mizzou' has the Gateway Arch,
And the Mississippi wide;
Warmth you've  brought bring into my heart,
And joys, there, you've multiplied.

Mary Anne, has a gold heart,    
It's one I find very sweet:                              
She means very much to me,          
Her I sure do love to meet.              

Hawaii has its sugar cane,              
Uvalde has much honey:            
She's sweeter than both of them,
And she makes each day sunny.          


Fushia blooms are very sweet,     
For perfume they are renowned  
Mary Anne's heart is well known,      
Her love in hearts does abound.

It is when there is a drought,    
Many plants then wilt and fade:    
Unlike plants during a drought,
Lively Mary Anne will stay.

She is that señorita,        
Who has a heart one of gold:      
Her heart is warm and caring,
And it never does grow cold.

If I'd visit Hawaii
And in Mizzou' she would be:    
There too I wish I would be,                
So that her then I could see.

Sam Kentucket was the name
Of a man who lived in fame
For gunnin’ down the Germans
In East Norway

He hailed from North Mizzou
Joined the army in ‘forty-two
He left his childhood home
To join the crew

He learned how to shoot
Got a brand new pair of boots
Grew cold and dark
And mastered his salute

June six was the day
That the letter never came
From his darlin’ and lovin’ wife
Ms. Elizabeth Jane

He missed her with all his heart
It broke him to be apart
All he wanted was a kiss
And a sweet ****

Poor old Sammy boy
Will never buy a toy
For his newborn baby girl
Weighin’ half a stone

Samantha was the name
That her mother chose to gave
To remember her foolish dad
Who was too brave

She got her mama’s eyes
And her papa’s love for fries
Little Samantha girl
Never said goodbye

His soul was taken by surprise
His life flashed before his eyes
A uniform had shot him
From behind

Sam Kentucket was the name
For I saw it on his grave
He belonged to the fourth battalion
Of the U.S.A.

He never lived the life
He wanted with his wife
For the war had taken him
Before his time

But in the end you ought to know
That poor old Sam did know
That his family won’t remember
Him in woe