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All of No Man's Land Is Ours

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Hello, Central, Hello, hurry, Give me four-oh-three; Hello, Mary, Hello, Jerry, Yes, yes, this is me! Just landed at the pier And found the telephone, We’ve been parted for a year, Thank God, at last I’m home! Haven’t time to talk a lot, Though I’m feeling mighty gay; Listen, sweet forget-me-not, I’ve only time to say:

All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear, Now I have come back home to you. My honey true, Wedding bells in Junie-June Ail will tell by the tunie-tune, The victory’s won, the war is over, The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!

Then, hand-in-hand we’ll stroll through life, dear. Just think how happy we will be, I mean, we three, We’ll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs. And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers,

All of No Man’s Land is ours.

All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear,

Now I have come back home to you,

My honey true,
Joyfull bells in Junie-June
All will tell by the tunie-tune,
The victory’s won, the war is over,
The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!

All of No Man’s Land is ours.


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