THE NEW ARMY
Who are those soldiersWho go marching down?They’re the young fellowsOf your old home town.The butcher’s son, the baker’s,His Honor’s lad, too;The old casual mixtureOf Gentile and Jew.Don’t they march manly!Ay, they step light;And soon by the papersYe’ll see they can fight!R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.
Who are those soldiersWho go marching down?They’re the young fellowsOf your old home town.The butcher’s son, the baker’s,His Honor’s lad, too;The old casual mixtureOf Gentile and Jew.Don’t they march manly!Ay, they step light;And soon by the papersYe’ll see they can fight!R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.
Who are those soldiersWho go marching down?They’re the young fellowsOf your old home town.
Who are those soldiers
Who go marching down?
They’re the young fellows
Of your old home town.
The butcher’s son, the baker’s,His Honor’s lad, too;The old casual mixtureOf Gentile and Jew.
The butcher’s son, the baker’s,
His Honor’s lad, too;
The old casual mixture
Of Gentile and Jew.
Don’t they march manly!Ay, they step light;And soon by the papersYe’ll see they can fight!R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.
Don’t they march manly!
Ay, they step light;
And soon by the papers
Ye’ll see they can fight!
R. R. Kirk, S.S.U.