Lyr. Add: ON THE ROAD TO OLD LUZON

In a little nipa cottage on the Pasig's muddy shore
Sits a sweet Tagala maiden as she sat in days of yore
When she listened to my story 'neath the golden mango tree
And I clean forgot my family as she sang *"Porgue" to me

Chorus-
On the road to old Luzon, where the church bells still chime on
And the rain comes down in torrents from the mountains of Bataán.
On the road to old Luzon, where the church bells still chime on
Can't you hear them calling, calling, calling back to old Luzon?

For her little feet were shoeless, and her pretty shoulders bare
And the cocoa oil shone glossy from her mass of raven hair.
How her dark eyes danced with laughter, and her teeth gleamed pearly white,
As she coquettishly answered; "Me no sabe- yes- all right."

Ship me somewhere west of Frisco, where the golden sunset dies,
And the languid, limpid love-light lies in oriental eyes.
And I hear Manila calling and the church bells chiming on,
"Come ye back, ye Yankee soldier, come ye back to old Luzon."

How I hates the fogs of Frisco and Chicago's streets of stone!
And the fierce Dakota blizzards freeze the marrow in my bones.
How I long for days of sunshine, cocoa grove and mango tree,
And my sweet Tagala maiden just to sing "porgue" to me.

Chorus-

*porgue- There is a small town in the Philipines, but I couldn't find a translation of the word.

There are several of these parodies of "On the Road to Mandalay."

E. A. Dolph, 1929, "Sound Off", Soldier Songs, p. 221.