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Revolutionary Tea   There was a old lady lived over the sea, And she was an island queen, Her daughter lived off in a far country, With an ocean of water between. The old lady's pockets were filled with gold, Yet never contented was she, So she ordered her daughter to pay her a tax, Of thruppence a pound on her tea. The daughter called out to the island queen I shan't do the thing that you ax. I'm willing to pay fair price on the tea, But never the thruppenney tax. You shall, said the mother, and reddened with rage, For you're my own daughter, said she, And it's only right that daughter should pay Her mother a tax on the tea. The old lady packed up a ship with her tea, sent it over the ocean so wide, But the bouncing girl poured out ever pound On the dark and the rolling tide. Then the daughter called out to the island queen, Oh mother, dear mother, said she, Your tea you may have when it's steeped enough, But never the tax from me! No, never the tax from me!

The Battle of Alma   Come all you gallant British hearts who love the red and blue, come drink a health to those brave lads who made the Russians rue! Fill up your glass and let it pass, three cheers and one cheer more for the 14th of September, 1854! We sailed out from Kalamita Bay and soon we made the coast, determined we would do our best in spite of brag and boast. We sprang to land upon the strand and stepped on Russian shore on 14th of September, 1854! Here's a health to noble Raglan and Campbell and to Brown, and to call the gallant Froggies who shared the day's renown! While we displayed the black cockade and they the tricolour bore, the Russian crew wore grey and blue in 1854! Come let us drink a toast tonight, our glasses in our hand! And all around this festive board in solemn silence stand. Before we part, let each true heart drink once to those no more who fought their last on Alma's height in 1854!

Here in the Land of our Forefathers - פה בארץ חמדת אבות   פה בארץ חמדת אבות  תתגשמנה כל התקוות.  פה נחיה ופה ניצור,  חיי זוהר חיי דרור.  פה תהא השכינה שורה  פה תיפרח גם שפת התורה.  נירו ניר, ניר, ניר.  שירו שיר, שיר, שיר.  גילו גיל, גיל, גיל.  כבר הנצו ניצנים.  נירו ניר, ניר, ניר.  שירו שיר, שיר, שיר.  גילו גיל, גיל, גיל. 

The Army - جياشة   مشينا يوم الليله لقينا مره جماعة  اشارة البيان صدرت و جاتنا بالسماعة  و قالوا ديل ناس الجيش خشوا ليهم ساعه  لو قالوا لينا موتوا  نحن ديل جياشا  محل نموت بس بنموت  لا بنفوت  بس بنموت ولا بنرجع حاشا نحن ديل جياشه   لو طلعونا بره نحن ديل جياشه  لو ضوقونا مُرّه نحن ديل جياشه  نقشوا قش بالمرة  نقشوا قش بالمره نقبضوا بالكماشه كن للدواس ده ناسو  كن للحرب ناس اساسو  اعرفوا لينا ناسو نسلمهم فتاشه  الجيش بحوم فوق في الجو فوق المدى راشه لو جابو لي الجوية فوق المدى راشه مدراعات بحرية فوق المدى راشه  الهيئه و البرية فوق المدى راشه فوق في الجو الجيش عزيمة قويه فوق المدى راشة لو رجعوا الملكية جياشي يوزن مية  فوق في الجو الجيش عزيمة قويه  لو رجعوا الملكية جياشي يوزن مية فوق المدى راشه

Protectors of the Right -  حماة الحق   حماة الحق حراش المبادئ نصون الأمن دوماً باجتهاد ونبذل إن دعا الداعي نفوساً لنا عزم يحطم كل عاد على هدي من القرآن نمضي  بنور الحق نسعى للرشاد قطعنا العهد أن نبقى حماة  وحراسا لكي تأمن بلادي بلاد الخير عيشي في أمان  بعون الله خلاق العباد لأجل سيادة القانون نسعى لترسيخ العدالة والوداد أنا الشرطي أخطو في ثبات وفي جلد وحزم واجتهاد فدى لغمان لا أخشى المنايا فسكناها بقلبي والفؤاد ولي من نهج سلطاني المفدى معين للسداد وخير زاد

Hail Grenada Hail! Grenada, land of ours, We pledge ourselves to thee, Heads, hearts and hands in unity To reach our destiny. Ever conscious of God, Being proud of our heritage, May we with faith and courage Aspire, build, advance As one people, one family. God bless our nation.

The Kentucky Battle Song   In the year of sixty one we left our native land for we could not bend our spirits to a tyrants stern command And we rallied to our Buckner while our hearts were sad and sore To offer our blood for freedom as our fathers did before And we'll march, march, march to the music of the drum we were driven forth in exile from our old Kentucky home. When first the Southern flag unfurled its folds upon the air, Its stars had hardly gathered till Kentucky's sons were there, And they swore a solemn oath as they sternly gathered round They would only live as freeman in the dark and bloody ground. With Buckner as our leader and Morgan in the band, We will plant the flag of freedom in our fair and happy land We will drive the tyrants minions to the Ohio's rolling flood, And will dye her waves in crimson with coward Yankee blood. Then cheer ye Southern braves, ye soon shall see the day, When Kentucky's fairest daughters will cheer you on your way, And then ...