Long before the sun has ambled
O'er the green hills on our right,
Far along the road we've rambled
In the early morning light.

Thru the narrow trail we're walking,
Sticking to the narrow path.
Just behind us some are talking,
'Way ahead we hear a laugh.

Now a slender bridge we're crossing,
Over to a "goo-goo" farm--
Where a Carabao is tossing
Up his head, in great alarm.

Here we stop to rest a trifle--
Sip a drop from our canteens.
Gee! It's tough to "pack" a rifle--
Hiking in the Philippines.

'Round the narrow path we're turning;
Tho it's early morning, yet.
Down the sun is fiercely burning--
Bringing out the drops of sweat!

Where the tropic trees are shading
Out the sunlight overhead
Leggings, shoes and all, we're wading
Thru a shallow river-bed.