THE STEVEDORE
We don’t pack no gat or rifle, we don’t juggle pick or spade,Nor go stunnin’ peevish Germans in no dashin’ midnight raid;But we hit the warehouse early and we quit the warehouse late,And there ain’t no G.O. limits on the speed we truck the freight.We don’t hike along the roadway in them iron derby hatsWhile the shrapnel punctuates the breeze and gas floats o’er the flats;We just dodge the fallin’ cases and we slap them back on high,For it’s just a pile o’ pilin’ in the Service of Supply.No, we ain’t no snappy soldiers, and our daily round of drillsIncludes a lot of movements minus military thrills;But we drill them bloomin’ box cars, double timin’ on the bends,And we slam them full of boxes till they’re bulgin’ at the ends.We ain’t sniped no Fritzie snipers, and we ain’t wrecked no tanks,And we don’t go dashin’ forward with the ever-thinnin’ ranks;But some nights we gets an order for a shipment on the fly,Then we plug right through till mornin’, in the Service of Supply.We ain’t got no dugout movies, nor a Charlie Chaplin laugh;We ain’t got no handsome colonel with his neat and nifty staff,Nor a brave and fearless captain with a flashing sword and gunTo yell, “Now up and at ’em, boys! We’ve got ’em on the run!”We ain’t soaring round in biplanes, punching holes in Boche balloons,Nor corralling frightened Fritzies by battalions and platoons,But when they yell, “Rush order!” then we get around right spry,For the boys are up there waitin’—on the Service of Supply.C. C. Shanfelter, Sgt., S.C.
We don’t pack no gat or rifle, we don’t juggle pick or spade,Nor go stunnin’ peevish Germans in no dashin’ midnight raid;But we hit the warehouse early and we quit the warehouse late,And there ain’t no G.O. limits on the speed we truck the freight.We don’t hike along the roadway in them iron derby hatsWhile the shrapnel punctuates the breeze and gas floats o’er the flats;We just dodge the fallin’ cases and we slap them back on high,For it’s just a pile o’ pilin’ in the Service of Supply.No, we ain’t no snappy soldiers, and our daily round of drillsIncludes a lot of movements minus military thrills;But we drill them bloomin’ box cars, double timin’ on the bends,And we slam them full of boxes till they’re bulgin’ at the ends.We ain’t sniped no Fritzie snipers, and we ain’t wrecked no tanks,And we don’t go dashin’ forward with the ever-thinnin’ ranks;But some nights we gets an order for a shipment on the fly,Then we plug right through till mornin’, in the Service of Supply.We ain’t got no dugout movies, nor a Charlie Chaplin laugh;We ain’t got no handsome colonel with his neat and nifty staff,Nor a brave and fearless captain with a flashing sword and gunTo yell, “Now up and at ’em, boys! We’ve got ’em on the run!”We ain’t soaring round in biplanes, punching holes in Boche balloons,Nor corralling frightened Fritzies by battalions and platoons,But when they yell, “Rush order!” then we get around right spry,For the boys are up there waitin’—on the Service of Supply.C. C. Shanfelter, Sgt., S.C.
We don’t pack no gat or rifle, we don’t juggle pick or spade,Nor go stunnin’ peevish Germans in no dashin’ midnight raid;But we hit the warehouse early and we quit the warehouse late,And there ain’t no G.O. limits on the speed we truck the freight.We don’t hike along the roadway in them iron derby hatsWhile the shrapnel punctuates the breeze and gas floats o’er the flats;We just dodge the fallin’ cases and we slap them back on high,For it’s just a pile o’ pilin’ in the Service of Supply.
We don’t pack no gat or rifle, we don’t juggle pick or spade,
Nor go stunnin’ peevish Germans in no dashin’ midnight raid;
But we hit the warehouse early and we quit the warehouse late,
And there ain’t no G.O. limits on the speed we truck the freight.
We don’t hike along the roadway in them iron derby hats
While the shrapnel punctuates the breeze and gas floats o’er the flats;
We just dodge the fallin’ cases and we slap them back on high,
For it’s just a pile o’ pilin’ in the Service of Supply.
No, we ain’t no snappy soldiers, and our daily round of drillsIncludes a lot of movements minus military thrills;But we drill them bloomin’ box cars, double timin’ on the bends,And we slam them full of boxes till they’re bulgin’ at the ends.We ain’t sniped no Fritzie snipers, and we ain’t wrecked no tanks,And we don’t go dashin’ forward with the ever-thinnin’ ranks;But some nights we gets an order for a shipment on the fly,Then we plug right through till mornin’, in the Service of Supply.
No, we ain’t no snappy soldiers, and our daily round of drills
Includes a lot of movements minus military thrills;
But we drill them bloomin’ box cars, double timin’ on the bends,
And we slam them full of boxes till they’re bulgin’ at the ends.
We ain’t sniped no Fritzie snipers, and we ain’t wrecked no tanks,
And we don’t go dashin’ forward with the ever-thinnin’ ranks;
But some nights we gets an order for a shipment on the fly,
Then we plug right through till mornin’, in the Service of Supply.
We ain’t got no dugout movies, nor a Charlie Chaplin laugh;We ain’t got no handsome colonel with his neat and nifty staff,Nor a brave and fearless captain with a flashing sword and gunTo yell, “Now up and at ’em, boys! We’ve got ’em on the run!”We ain’t soaring round in biplanes, punching holes in Boche balloons,Nor corralling frightened Fritzies by battalions and platoons,But when they yell, “Rush order!” then we get around right spry,For the boys are up there waitin’—on the Service of Supply.C. C. Shanfelter, Sgt., S.C.
We ain’t got no dugout movies, nor a Charlie Chaplin laugh;
We ain’t got no handsome colonel with his neat and nifty staff,
Nor a brave and fearless captain with a flashing sword and gun
To yell, “Now up and at ’em, boys! We’ve got ’em on the run!”
We ain’t soaring round in biplanes, punching holes in Boche balloons,
Nor corralling frightened Fritzies by battalions and platoons,
But when they yell, “Rush order!” then we get around right spry,
For the boys are up there waitin’—on the Service of Supply.
C. C. Shanfelter, Sgt., S.C.