Stalin Moy Golubchik

Oh ! Stalin is my darling, my darling, my darling,
Stalin is my darling, the old molodyetz .

I much rejoice tOhave a choice of Russian epithets,
And spread the fame of Stalin's name as a true molodyetz .

A real good sport, he holds the fort and laughs at Hitler's threats,
He pulls his weight for Church and State, the old molodyetz .

Though they are Red, much may be said for Fighting Soviets —
One Communist I can't resist, the old molodyetz .

The status quo of long ago I drop without regrets,
Allied we fight for Red and Right with the old molodyetz .

We will supply this great Ally forgetting loans or debts,
Give lend and lease (until the peace) to the old molodyetz .

Stalin moy golubchik, golubchik, golubchik,
Stalin, moy golubchik , the old molodyetz .
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