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Song to the MAD HOOLIGAN
        by H.V. Dunigan, MoMM. 2nd CLass

Meet the Mad HooliganFor the men of the Air;
The Landing Ship, TankBelieve It or Not
That crosses the oceanWhatever his needs,
To land on the bank!This lady has got,
That's the Mad Hooligan
She's Long, she's lanky,
She's slow, she's cranky;For the man of the sea,
She bangs, she beats,On a ship that is, lost,
Every Ripple she meetsShe'll come to his rescue
That's the Mad Hooligan!Whatever the cost
That's the Mad Hooligan!
She's as versatile a lady
As ever ther'll be;For the man who is wounded
She won't lay at anchor,And in need of a rest,
And she's stubborn at Sea,She'll take him aboard,
That's the Mad Hooligan!And treat him her best,
That's the Mad Hooligan!
Her cargo is variedWhen the "big job" is over,
To meet the demands,And the battle is won,
The goods she ferriesShe'll bring the boys home,
Supplies all handsEvery last one
That's the Mad Hooligan!That's the Mad Hooligan!
For the man on the land,To shorten the story,
She has tanks, trucks and jeeps;She's tops to the core,
Food, guns and ammo;And the deeds she has done
We're playing for keeps,Will remain evermore,
That's the Mad HooliganThat's the Mad Hooligan

        (as printed in the Ship's newspaper,
        The PORT HOLE PRESS, November 4, 1945.)



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