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We'll
miss you at the parachutes,
We'll miss you at the flag,
We'll miss you at the salad bar
And when we're eating eggs.
You've lifted heavy boxes,
You've dirtied up your hands,
You've climbed the shelves up to the top, And scooped up loads of
sand.
But fly off safe and kiss your wife, and hug your lovely kids, Dream
of dust and dirt and rust, And jet planes splitting air, And know for
sure you'll soon be back in Eretz Yisrael.
Oh Volunteer, Oh Volunteer, we're sad to see you go
So lets raise a glass to the IDF
And their soldiers everywhere,
To the madrichot and the rain last night And to the Volunteer.
(Above:) Ona Siporin at work.
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