TO BUDDY
It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,And it takes a heap of gritTo stick and winAnd keep your grinWhen you’re in the thick of it.It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,When the dreams with which you cameMelt into naughtAs you are taughtThe horrid, bitter game.It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,And oft times it looks damned blue,But square your chinAnd vow to win,And play the game clean through.For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,A time worth waiting for,When Kultur’s doneAnd all is won,And the boys come home from war.Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,And the lovelight in her eyeWill shine with joyAs Her Big BoyGoes proudly marching by.It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,But it’s more than worth the gameTo buck all fearsSo Mother’s tearsWill be for joy, not shame.Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.
It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,And it takes a heap of gritTo stick and winAnd keep your grinWhen you’re in the thick of it.It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,When the dreams with which you cameMelt into naughtAs you are taughtThe horrid, bitter game.It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,And oft times it looks damned blue,But square your chinAnd vow to win,And play the game clean through.For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,A time worth waiting for,When Kultur’s doneAnd all is won,And the boys come home from war.Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,And the lovelight in her eyeWill shine with joyAs Her Big BoyGoes proudly marching by.It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,But it’s more than worth the gameTo buck all fearsSo Mother’s tearsWill be for joy, not shame.Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.
It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,And it takes a heap of gritTo stick and winAnd keep your grinWhen you’re in the thick of it.
It’s a tough fight for you, Buddy,
And it takes a heap of grit
To stick and win
And keep your grin
When you’re in the thick of it.
It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,When the dreams with which you cameMelt into naughtAs you are taughtThe horrid, bitter game.
It’s no cinch for you, Buddy,
When the dreams with which you came
Melt into naught
As you are taught
The horrid, bitter game.
It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,And oft times it looks damned blue,But square your chinAnd vow to win,And play the game clean through.
It’s a hard pull for you, Buddy,
And oft times it looks damned blue,
But square your chin
And vow to win,
And play the game clean through.
For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,A time worth waiting for,When Kultur’s doneAnd all is won,And the boys come home from war.
For there’s a great time coming, Buddy,
A time worth waiting for,
When Kultur’s done
And all is won,
And the boys come home from war.
Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,And the lovelight in her eyeWill shine with joyAs Her Big BoyGoes proudly marching by.
Oh, she’ll be waiting, Buddy,
And the lovelight in her eye
Will shine with joy
As Her Big Boy
Goes proudly marching by.
It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,But it’s more than worth the gameTo buck all fearsSo Mother’s tearsWill be for joy, not shame.Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.
It’s a hard road for you, Buddy,
But it’s more than worth the game
To buck all fears
So Mother’s tears
Will be for joy, not shame.
Howard J. Green, Corp., Inf.