Rhymes of the Rookies by W. E. Christian
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And I hate the noise the Gekko makes.
I have three square feet of prickly heat, And some dhobie itch that can't be beat, I've had the dengue and also the fever, Of all diseases I've been the receiver. I'm bitten by all that's invented to bite us, At the end of the year I'll have Philippinitis. A long centipede just crawled in my bunk, This tropical service is certainly punk, Not a chance in the world to go over the hill, And half my time is spent in the mill. But why should I worry, I'll soon be free. A "G. C. M." does the trick for me. A MARINE'S HYMN From the Halls of Montezuma, To the shores of Tripoli, We fight our country's battles On the land as on the sea. First to fight for right and freedom And to keep our honor clean, We are proud to claim the title Of United States Marine. From the Pest Hole of Cavite |
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