For he'd rather try the Navy, and draw a sailor's pay,
Than "single-time" in Jolo with three long years to stay,
Where there ain't no "two-cent mileage," while a'cruisin' across the Bay,
So now he'll soon be quittin' of the Army.
"Where is the Army goin' to?" said Files-on-Parade,
"And what is it a'goin' to do?" the Color Sergeant said;
"The boys will soon have done their time," said Files-on-Parade,
"And few of 'em will 'hitch' again," the Color Sergeant said.
For the Transports bring one "rookie" to take the place of ten,
"Old Timers," who are goin' home, and won't "hitch" up again,
And they'll have a Rookie Army--instead of Soldier Men.
For they're breakin' up the Army in the Islands.
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
I can read it in your eye."
I've a bunkie who is a restless dog,
And he doesn't care a fig,
So they marched him to the guard-house
And they made him do fatigue.
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