"Ed Pawlowski" wrote in message
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Like the lyrics of that song

Over their, over their,
Send the word, send the word over their
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere.
So prepare, say a prayer,
Send the word, send the word to bewear -
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over, over their.

And my entire life I thought the word was "they're!"
How do you like them apples?

Dave in Texas