La Cucaracha
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When the soldiers go on marching
through the valleys and our hometowns
Children, all come out to greet them
with a happy smile laughter
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha
I guest it was good old times
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha
I remember all their faces
When the soldiers march for next town
time he come to bid them farewell
but don`t cry for they will be back
when the leaves all come down
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha
when we throw them silver dimes
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha
all kids were on the chase