AN ESCORT OF BLUE CORSAIRS
George Ellis

 

Oh Doris Day was a beautiful gal
And Elizabeth Taylor was too.
But you will find if you query
A different theory,
Amongst the Chosin Few.
For the loveliest thing
Of which we could sing,
"This side of the heavenly stairs",
Was no blonde or brunette of the
Hollywood set,
But an escort of Blue Corsairs.

In the nights that have passed,
When the Chinese were massed,
Bringing death, terror and pain
It's true that the sight
Was enough to bring fright
Us intent upon leaving the plain.
But no longer the same,
Any more in the game,
Headed south from Chosin affairs.
You can have all the wine,
Just be sure that mine,
Is an escort of Blue Corsairs.

Byron, Shelly and Ayres,
Took a dozen dares,
Describing the view from the hills,
Of the valley in May,
When the winds gently sway,
An Army of bright daffodils.
Take the daffodils Byron,
The wild flowers Shelly,
Yours is the Myrtle friend Ayres.
Just reserve me those cuties,
Those American Beauties,
An escort of Blue Corsairs.

We were braver than hell on the low ground,
In the hills t'was a different story.
We sweated our track,
Through snipers and flak,
And were willing to split up the Glory
Each night we would pray,
For just one more day,
To make a just end to our story.
Please Lord don't reject us,
Pray Heaven protect us,
And until all those Chinese despair,
Give us the courage to fight 'em,
And one more small item,
An escort of Blue Corsairs.

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