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In Camp and Trench: Songs of the Fighting Forces - Scholar's Choice Edition Berton Braley No preview available - 2015 |
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ain't Army Automatic ARTILLERY BANJO AT ARMAGEDDON battle battleship BERTON BRALEY big show blithe Bosches hell boys that clear buck bugle for chow bunch Chaplain CHRISTMAS SERMON continued Colt COMB BAND combat Spad cosy bunk DORAN COMPANY DOUGHBOY Draft drum dug-out fellow fight give the Bosches Gosh grimy destroyer's crew grinned growl grumble guns guys hash-slinger heap heart heroes hike Huns JACKS jump Kaiser Kelly khaki kicks Klaw knew labour Left shoulder-humph Linton and Jones luck and give Man's Land merchant marine never OLD TOP SERGEANT One-two-three-four peace ragtime Reveille rifles Right shoulder-humph roar ROOTER continued shavetails shells SLICKER smash smilin soldiers song splinter-lips bugle stuff stunt syncopated taste adventure thankful THANKSGIVING continued there's thrill Throwin tired of drill tooth comb TOP SERGEANT continued tramp TURNABOUT Uncle Uncle Sam watch the chap West Point yells YORK GEORGE H
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Page 77 - HEROES The heroes of the story books are ever in a pose, They always die with words of high and lofty verse or prose, But when the old Tuscania went down with flying flag Our khaki gang of heroes sang a gay and foolish rag ! " Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here?" Across the sea the melody came dancing free and clear; They faced their fate with souls elate and hearts that knew no fear, With " Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here?
Page 84 - ... open trail And roved about the merry world by foot or train or sail, Who knew the wind-swept spaces and who braved the sun and rain, Or followed gypsy caravans by mountain peak or plain. But now the roads are empty of the blithe and restless clan, And bats and owls are resting in the idle gypsy van; For every true adventurer who never could be still Has joined the greatest game of all and found a They're somewhere in the trenches and they're somewhere in the air; Oh, look along the battle line...
Page 79 - As the knife-bow leaps through the yeasty deeps With the speed of a shell in flight ! Oh! their scorn is quick for the crews who stick To a battleship's steady floor, For they love the lurch of their own frail perch At thirty-five knots or more. They don't get much of the drills and such That the battleship...
Page 21 - CHOW YOU may mutter and swear at the Reveille call With its "Can't get 'em up in the morning," And you may not be fond of assembly at all, But you drop into line at the warning ; Police call will cause you a lot of distress, Though you answer at once or regret it, But you jump when the splinter-lips bugle for mess And the hash-slinger yells, "Come and get it !" For you know that it means "Form in line for your beans With your mess-kit in hand — do it now!
Page 84 - ... their treasure by ! Then give me the clear blue sky overhead, and the long road to my feet, And a dog to tell my secrets to, and a brother tramp to meet — And the years may take their toll of me till I come to the weary West, And I lodge for good in the world's own inn, a wayworn, waiting guest! DESERTED ROADS Time was we sang of wanderers who trod the open trail And roved about the merry world by foot or train or sail, Who knew the wind-swept spaces and who braved the sun and rain, Or followed...
Page 80 - They're a lusty crowd and they're vastly proud Of the slim, swift craft they drive ; Of the roaring flues and the humming screws Which make her a thing alive. They love the lunge of her surging plunge And the murk of her smoke screen, too, As they sail the seas in their dungarees, A grimy destroyer's crew!
Page 79 - For they love the lurch of their own frail perch At thirty-five knots or more. They don't get much of the drills and such That the battleship jackies do, But sail the seas in their dungarees, A grimy destroyer's crew. They needn't climb at their sleeping time To a hammock that sways and bumps, They leap — kerplunk! — in a cosy bunk That quivers and bucks and jumps. They hear the sound of the seas that pound On the half-inch plates of steel And close their eyes to the lullabies Of the creaking...
Page 42 - I'm glad that the board saw through my guile With a glance of cool contempt ; And though I may perish across the seas, I'll be one of a splendid clan, For the army's taken a piece of cheese And made it into a Man...
Page 37 - THERE'S a feud between Kelly and Klaw, They sputter like steaks on a grid, For Klaw calls big Kelly a Chaw...
Page 41 - I used to be flabby and soft and white When I sat at a desk in town, But since I've been learning the way to fight I'm husky and hard and brown. It took a cocktail to make me eat The choicest of food, but now You watch me march to a mess-shack seat And wade through the army chow.