Fall in. Fall in. Attention, you red-legged mountaineers,
With your gun and pack and box of tack, "non-coms." and cannoneers,
Baptized in Mindanao, beside the Sulu Sea.
Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.
Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.
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I'd rather be a soldier with a mule and mountain gun
Than a Knight of old with spurs of gold, a Roman, Greek or Hun,
For when there is trouble brewing they always send for me
To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery.
To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery.
Here's to pack and aparejo, the cradle, gun trail,
And that darned old fool, the battery mule, that was never known to fail.
So raise your glasses high and drink this toast with me:
Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.
Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery.
THE CAVALRY SONG
Come, listen unto this song, I'm as happy as can be,
I'm masher and dasher in the U. S. Cavalrie;
I stand up straight with legs apart; bowed slightly at the knee,
With folded arms across my chest, 'tis the pose of the Cavalrie.
Chorus:
So fill your glasses to the brim
And brace your courage with slow gin,
I will tell you all it is a sin
To serve in the Infantrie.
I'm a cavalryman so fierce and bold, a soldier thru and thru,
I ride a horse because of course 'tis the proper thing to do.
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