Rhymes of the Rookies by W. E. Christian
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A sneak--a snake--a cur--a blasted
Dirty rotten scourge, dodgasted Coward, thief, and all the rest-- Can't spell the name that suits the best. There's just one place for such as he-- Not on the earth--eternity. PREPAREDNESS I never had no warlike mind, I b'long to the plowin' peaceful kind Thet stays at home and works along, Sun to sun--I'm good and strong--- But, neighbor, let me speak my mind: When my country sez to back her, Sez I back: "Here ain't no slacker," So walks up thar and signs the roll, Come June the first, thirty-one year ole, Now Uncle Sammy can call Bill Jones Jest any ole time they say, 'Cause yisterday I gits insured, And jined the church today. I hates to leave the old home-folks, They hates to see me go, But I'd rather tote a rifle, Than be shoulderin' a hoe. When Uncle Sammy's needin' men-- |
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