Marching To Baghdad
(To the tune of Marching Through Georgia, with apologies to Henry Clay Work)
Bring the good ol' bugle, boys,
we'll sing another song,
Sing it with the spirit that
will start the world along,
Sing it as we used to sing it
50,000 strong;
While we were marching
to Baghdad.
CHORUS: Hurrah, hurrah,
we bring the jubilee!
Hurrah, hurrah,
the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus
from Kuwait that's at the sea
While we were marching
to Baghdad!
How the Iraqis shouted
when they heard the joyful sound!
How the Baathists scrambled
which our Special Forces found!
How the aid and comfort
was distributed around
While we were marching
to Baghdad!--CHORUS
Yes, and there were Iraqi men
who wept with joyful tears
When they saw the honored flag
they had not seen for years.
Hardly could they be restrained
from breaking forth in cheers
While we were marching
to Baghdad!--CHORUS
"Franks' Coalition boys
will never leave the coast!"
So the saucy Saddam said,
and 'twas a handsome boast,
Had they not forgotten then
to reckon with the host
While we were marching
to Baghdad!--CHORUS
So we made a thoroughfare
for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude,
300 to the main.
Tyranny fled before us,
resistance was in vain
While we were marching
to Baghdad!--CHORUS
Flame away.
