Argentina!
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Argentina!
Home of the oddly shaped corned beef tin
And flapping trousered gauchos!
Argentina!
Home of the rust-beached U boats
By the hacienda verandas.
Argentina!
Home of the run on the banks
And the so-called hand of God.
Argentina!
We thrust our Protestant hands
Into the inquisitorial fire.
Argentina!
We will conquer the conquistadores’ ire,
And a new Seaman shall lead our Armada
To victory!
Let us pray.
(I’ll try anything)
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