Rookie Rhymes, By The Men Of The 1st And 2nd Provisional Training Regiments, Plattsburg, New York - BestLightNovel.com
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Germany, we're coming over, we are going straight to France; We are praying for a chance, Just to make your soldiers dance.
Kaiser Bill, your doom is coming; take a tip, old top, RESIGN!
For we'll drink beer in June, By the light of the moon, On the banks of the River Rhine.
"THE SIMULATING OF THE GREEN"
(_Air: "Wearing of the Green"_)
Oh, Major dear, and did you hear the news that's going round?
We Cavalry must simulate till horses can be found; We gallop and we single-foot as handsome as can be, But on our own two feet we ride--a horse you'll never see.
'Tis the most amazing spectacle that's ever graced the green; A hundred men a-riding where no horses can be seen.
Oh, Colonel dear, ye'll grieve to hear Artillery's the same, Compared to simulating guns, a horse is rather tame; Last night I was the left rear wheel--it made me moighty sore, But dommed if I will be the swab and crawl inside the bore.
'Tis the most amazing spectacle that's ever graced the green, A-firing rounds and salvos where no cannons can be seen.
DON'T SEND ME HOME
(_Air: Don't Take Me Home_)
Don't send me home, please don't send me home.
Tell me, where did I make that break?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, have a little pity.
I'm a poor candidate, in search of war I roam.
I'll do anything you want me to, but don't Send me home.
COMPANY NINE
(_Air: "Far Above Cayuga's Water"_)
Hark, ye Rookies, to the chorus Of old Company Nine; Captains, Colonels, all adore us, When we fall in line.
Tho' we're doughboys, we're not slow boys, Thanks to Sargeant Hill; And when we take our stand in Deutschland, Lord help Kaiser Bill!
In the morning at the warning, "Clothes on Company Nine!"
Feeling rocky, into khaki Jumps our valiant line.
We shun strawberries in the valley Off the Peru road, But in mess shack none can beat us At the order "Load!"
In Pabst-less Plattsburg, bone-dry rookies, Waiting for our kale, Our healths we drink in foamless b.u.mpers, Full of Adam's ale.
But when the "Sammies" take their Munchener On the river Rhine, The toast will be to old New England And to Company Nine.
WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO EUROPE
(_Air: "My Wife's Away in Europe"_)
We're on our way to Europe, And we won't come back.
And we won't come back.
We're going to shoot an awful pill Into the hide of Kaiser Bill.
Von Hindenburg can't stop us; We laugh at him, hee! hee!
We've shot the pistol twice before, Can't hit the side of a barn door.
We're on our way to Europe To lay Bill cross our knee.
COMPANY 5 SONG
(_Original Music by Mr. H. T. Morgan_)
1
On guard! We're always on our toes; Plattsburg has taught us pep.
We're good at being Red or Blue, But oh, that step!
Though we may lose a few patrols, Just watch the Allied drive.
Right where they reach the Rhine, there You'll find New England Five.
2
Forward! We're on our way to France; We'll make it hot for Fritz.
With bayonet or rifle, Watch us score all hits.
Heads up! We're after Hindenburg, We'll show him we're alive; When we get through with him, he Will know New England Five.
DOUBLE TIME
(_Air: Tammany_)
Double time, double time!
We're the boys with running feet, And we never mind the heat.
Double time, double time!
