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Words To The Army Trumpet Calls Words To The Army Trumpet Calls

Words To The Army Trumpet Calls
REVEILLE: I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up in the morning; I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up at all; Corp'rals worse than the privates; Sergeants worse than the corporals; Lieutenants worse than the sergeants, And the capt'n's the worst of all. Chorus-- I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, etc. MESS CALL: Soup-y, soup-y soup, Without a single bean. Pork-y, pork-y, pork, Without a streak of lean; Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, Without any cream! (Or, the weakest ever seen!) SICK CALL: Come... Poems - Post by : Lloyd_Buchinski - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2185

The Song Of The Shovel And The Pick The Song Of The Shovel And The Pick

The Song Of The Shovel And The Pick
The Sergeant says: "My gun is rusty, And I guess it must be right. But you ought to see my pick and shovel; They are always shining bright." Chorus: Farewell, Bunkie, I must leave you, And leave you mighty quick For I'll be d----d if I can soldier With a shovel and a pick. There is hash that's hot, and hash that's cold; There's hash that's new and hash that's old; And Hash that's mixed into skilligbee; But with... Poems - Post by : kuoyen55 - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2485

Sing-a-song-a-sixpence Sing-a-song-a-sixpence

Sing-a-song-a-sixpence
Sing-a-song-a-sixpence Every-body dry-- Half-a-dozen Privates Opening some rye. When the rye was opened The Bucks began to sing: Every blessed one of them Feeling like a king. The Sergeant at the Guard-house Saw them walking straight-- Marked them "Clean and Sober," When they passed the gate. But, when Taps was over, They sang and danced a jig, Along came a Corporal And slammed them in the Brig.(The end)W. E. Christian's... Poems - Post by : LiquidationLots - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 718

A Cynic's View Of Army Life A Cynic's View Of Army Life

A Cynic's View Of Army Life
Once I was a farmer boy, a tiller of the soil, I liked the work--I never was a chap to shirk from toil. But I thought I'd choose a broader life (I must have been an ass). I took on in the Army--and now I'm cutting grass. I thought my farm life narrow, for there my simple work Was planting things and tending them, and this I did not shirk. I'd charge of all the horses, too, and handled them first class, But since I joined the Army, I am simply cutting grass.... Poems - Post by : Dusty13 - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 3455

Puzzy Lappins Puzzy Lappins

Puzzy Lappins
When a crude and hopeful rookie To the Philippines I came To hike the glorious pathway On to shoulder straps and fame, I thought of mother's counsel, And I scorned the drunkard's cup, But I landed on the sick report, And that's what did me up. "You've been drinking," said the surgeon, "You've been drinking on the sly. You've been disobeying orders; 'Tis useless to deny. Let me tell you on the Q. T. That I am going to mark you 'duty' You've been drinking unboiled water... Poems - Post by : sohnee_pandit - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 1518

Danny Deever Ballad Danny Deever Ballad

Danny Deever Ballad
"Where're all the soldiers goin' to?" asked Files-on-Parade, "What are they all a-goin' to do?" the Color Sergeant said; "I dunno where they're goin' to," said Files-on-Parade, "I dunno what they're goin' to do," the Color Sergeant said. For they're goin' back towards U. S. A. and leave the Philippines, They're tirin' of the Islands and the Army "pork and beans," That "single time," and "two per mile"--they all know what that means-- So now they're all a'goin' to leave the Army. "Where is the 'Doughboy' goin' to?" asked Files-on-Parade, "And what... Poems - Post by : London - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2160

A Young Rookie's Lament A Young Rookie's Lament

A Young Rookie's Lament
As I sit in the gleam of the camp fire, 'Neath the Oriental skies, In fancy I picture the homeland shore And a town I highly prize; It's Gardner, dear old Gardner, A town so dear to me, But I'm many miles away Across an endless sea. I at the age of 17 was-- Fickle as a clam I took a train for Fitchburg And joined old Uncle Sam. They sent me on to Slocum, And filled me up on beans. They made me take a rifle... Poems - Post by : dvcmaster - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 712

Queen Of May Queen Of May

Queen Of May
If you wake, why, call me early--call me early, won't you, bunk? The captain says I'll be a non-com., if I don't get on a drunk. Then some day I'll be a sergeant with three stripes upon my arm, Zig zag, like the old rail fences on Dad Posey's Country farm. Call me early, though I'm dreaming, wake me up that I may see How the sun that sinks in grandeur rises in obscurity. I've been a private, bunkie, such as privates seldom are, Borne my share of public censure, let it heal without... Poems - Post by : qwerty - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2496

Little Things Little Things

Little Things
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand Make the mighty ocean And the desert land. Little hours of drilling, Little "rifle shoots" Make efficient soldiers Out of raw recruits. Little hours some spend in Breaking liberty, Oft' amount to something More than E. P. D. Little words of kindness, When you spare a few, Sound all right to some one; Do they not to you?(The end)W. E. Christian's poem:... Poems - Post by : GaryMcLeod - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 1028

One To The Army Bean One To The Army Bean

One To The Army Bean
I've eaten funny dishes on Luzon's tropical shore, I've eaten Japan's bamboo shoots and oysters by the score. Of caviar I've had my share, I love anchovies, too, And way down in old Mindanao I've eaten carabao; Of Johnny Bull's old rare roast I nearly got the gout, And with chums at Heidelberg I dined on sauerkraut; In China I have eaten native rice and sipped their famous teas; In Naples I, 'long with the rest, ate macaroni and cheese; In Cuba where all things go slow, manana's their one wish; I... Poems - Post by : dan7530 - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2598

Army Fever Army Fever

Army Fever
When your first hitch is over, and you have cashed your finals few, And a breakfast and a boat ride are all that's left for you, And you toy with your collar as you don your suit of "citz," While your bunkie, sitting near you, has the bluest kind of fits; You a-bubbling over with pleasure at the thoughts of going out; The friends at home will welcome you, of that there's not a doubt; And it never seems to strike you that you have made a beaten track, In these years you've been... Poems - Post by : NinaMiller - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 909

The Other Side Of The Poster The Other Side Of The Poster

The Other Side Of The Poster
They told me that the Army was a joy for evermore; They told me of the pleasures I'd have in it by the score; They told me of its comforts and the jolly life I'd lead, But by thunder they have fooled me and I'm sorrowful indeed-- I ever joined the Army. They told me of the polished boots and the buttons bright I'd wear, And of the splendid things I'd find upon the bill-of-fare; But never a word they told me in the fine recruiting shop, Of hoeing weeds upon... Poems - Post by : daveke - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2397

In The Cold Grey Dawn Of The Morning After In The Cold Grey Dawn Of The Morning After

In The Cold Grey Dawn Of The Morning After
Bring me a dry Martini, waiter, Chase in something that's wet, I was out to a clam bake yesterday, And I haven't got over it yet. Throw me a pleasant look, waiter, Smile at me pretty, don't frown, And pour some glue on my breakfast So I can keep it down. I hear they have discovered the pole, waiter, I wish I had it here now, They can't come any too cold for me To put on my... Poems - Post by : helloworld - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 835

That Uniform That Uniform

That Uniform
Tis strange, but yet 'tis true, we see Sane men who seem to think that we, Who wear the blue, are not the same As other men. We have a name Scarce thought of with respect; 'tis used To frighten children, and abused By those who only wish to show A few of the many things they don't know. We read "the soldiers came to town And raised particular ----," and so on down A column or more of such vile stuff; 'Twould make us all cry "Hold! Enough!"... Poems - Post by : ONMYWAY - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 1881

Routine Routine

Routine
(From a Marine's Diary.) 5:05 A. M.--FIRST CALL I heard the First Call sound, and then-- Just yawned and went to sleep again. 5:10 A. M.--REVEILLE At Reveille I shook the dope, Broke out a towel and a hunk of soap. 5:20 A. M.--ROLL CALL My name rang out upon the air; I hollered, "Here," for I was "there." 5:25 A. M.--SETTING-UP EXERCISE Took exercise, without a rest; I like the Breathing Movement best. 5:45 A. M.--CHOW Oh, what a difference breakfast makes! 'Twas Punk and... Poems - Post by : Dorin - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 3300

On The 'border' On The "border"

On The 'border'
This is the Land That God forgot. Arizona. This is the land That the Devil be-got. Arizona. In respects, it's possibly Better than Hell, In Naco. Hot air, mixed With sulphur smell, In Naco. There every acre Is desert sand, To take the place Of the "Brim-stone" Land. In Hell. Also, we have the Prickley-pear,... Poems - Post by : gerry - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 2757

O'reilly's Gone To Hell O'reilly's Gone To Hell

O'reilly's Gone To Hell
O'Reilly was a soldier man, the pride of Battery "B." In all the blooming regiment no better man than he; The ranking duty Non Com., he knew his business well, But since he's tumbled down the pole, O'Reilly's gone to Hell. Chorus: O'Reilly's gone to Hell, since down the pole he fell. They drank up all the bug juice the whiskey man would sell. They ran him in the mill. They've got him in there still. His bob tail's coming back by mail, O'Reilly's gone to Hell. 2. O'Reilly hit... Poems - Post by : Alexei - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 3538

Serving In Texas Serving In Texas

Serving In Texas
To old Satan Texas was given By the Lord who lives in Heaven, And the Devil quoth "I've got what's needed To make a good Hell," and he succeeded. He put sharp thorns all over the trees, And mixed up sand with millions of fleas; He scattered tarantulas along the roads, Puts thorns on cactus, and horns on toads. He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers, And put an addition to the rabbit's ears; He put a little devil in... Poems - Post by : Hilda - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 3047

The Raw Recruit The Raw Recruit

The Raw Recruit
Ses Corporal Madden to Private McFadden: Be gob, ye're a bad 'un; Now turn out your toes; Yer belt is unhookit Yer cap is on crookit Ye may not be dhrunk, But be jabers, ye look it; Wan-two! Wan-two! Ye monkey faced devil, I'll jolly ye through! Wan-two! Time! Mark! Ye march like the aigle in Cintheral Park. Ses Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:... Poems - Post by : john321 - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 3433

'kaiser Bill' "kaiser Bill"

'kaiser Bill'
There's a Guy across the Sea, And the "Devil's own" is he. Death! Destruction! Misery! That's the Kaiser. Don't you fancy he's a fool. Satan ne'er had such a tool-- Whether demon, fiend or ghoul As the Kaiser. At the bottom of the ocean Lie the victims of his notion. Bathes in human blood for lotion Does the Kaiser. While his Teuton Choir sings, In the military rings, Of the "Divine Right of Kings."... Poems - Post by : Sheri_Graber - Date : November 2011 - Author : W. E. Christian - Read : 1578