Rhymes of the Rookies by W. E. Christian
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page 14 of 101 (13%)
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A real one on the Western Front.
We're drilling for this special stunt. Prepare to hike! Get in the game. Your feet get sore, but don't go lame, Just set your jaws, with stiffened lip, And hold the lines with sand and "zip." War may be "Hell." So let it be. Yet, must be fought, if liberty Is still to reign upon her throne,-- Else all is lost. The best is gone. Prepare to hike! Once more I say. Round out your muscles for the fray. Life's not worth living any more, Should Teuton force invade our shore. A-B-C-OF ARMY LIFE A is the ARMY, With its shot, and its shell, B is the BATTLE That makes the War, Hell. C is the CAVALRY, Dashing and Bold, D is the "DOUGHBOY," Whom the trenches must hold; |
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