At Joe Offer's request, here's another unknown lyric from the anonymous songbook I mentioned here which is from the 50s (I think).
Haven't had much luck finding a tune for "The Bartender's Song", but maybe someone out there remembers a tune (or more lyrics) for this:
Up in the Aleutians, miles from anywhere,
Sitting in his tent, brushing ice-cubes from his hair,
Dreaming of her most exotic kiss,
With frozen hand, he writes her this:
I promise I'll be true, My own Silly Eileen,
Cause girls are so darn few up here, My own Silly Eileen.
Down among the Marshall's, sweating 'neath the palms,
Hardly resisting a mosquito's loving arms,
And missing the things we're fighting for,
"And sure, what's more," they answered all...
Seems to be an armed services song (WW2), maybe a parody of something else, I don't know...