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FOR THE IRON CROSS
Once with a
pig-skin tucked beneath
My crimson jersied arm
I galloped down the white-washed heath
And anchored safe from harm. I
came to bat with bases stocked,
Four runs would win the game,
I met the spaulding and I knocked
The cover off the same. I've
won some hard fought games of love
And business, let me boast,
That made me feel like heroes of
The well known satevepost. I've
made the wide spread headlines say
That I was quite a boy
I guess I've made my share of hay
And drunk the cup of joy. But
never in this world of men
Do I get such a hoard
Of joy that's unconfined as when
I drive my li'l Ford.
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In a nearby village, an up-to-date garage owner has the following sign
over his door:
"Automobiles repaired. Ford cars mended."
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