TRIBUTE
There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.Now us in the Artillery don’t live no life of easeNor yet particular security,For the present that Fritz sends us one can’t dodge behind the trees,Unless trees was much thicker than they be.But we know our lot is doughnuts, Orders Home, and Gay PareeTo what you march to singin’, Hundred Second Infantry.Oh, there’s numerous blanks in your company ranks,But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.F. M. H. D., F.A.
There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.Now us in the Artillery don’t live no life of easeNor yet particular security,For the present that Fritz sends us one can’t dodge behind the trees,Unless trees was much thicker than they be.But we know our lot is doughnuts, Orders Home, and Gay PareeTo what you march to singin’, Hundred Second Infantry.Oh, there’s numerous blanks in your company ranks,But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.F. M. H. D., F.A.
There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.
There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,
An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,
An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load
(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).
But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—
It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.
Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.
Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,
And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,
So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!
You doughboys, you slow boys,
Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—
We like you, Infantry.
Now us in the Artillery don’t live no life of easeNor yet particular security,For the present that Fritz sends us one can’t dodge behind the trees,Unless trees was much thicker than they be.But we know our lot is doughnuts, Orders Home, and Gay PareeTo what you march to singin’, Hundred Second Infantry.
Now us in the Artillery don’t live no life of ease
Nor yet particular security,
For the present that Fritz sends us one can’t dodge behind the trees,
Unless trees was much thicker than they be.
But we know our lot is doughnuts, Orders Home, and Gay Paree
To what you march to singin’, Hundred Second Infantry.
Oh, there’s numerous blanks in your company ranks,But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,You doughboys, you slow boys,Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—We like you, Infantry.F. M. H. D., F.A.
Oh, there’s numerous blanks in your company ranks,
But there’s two in the Boches’ for one in the Yanks’,
An’ all that he guv, you returned him with thanks,
You doughboys, you slow boys,
Here’s luck, an’ let her go, boys—
We like you, Infantry.
F. M. H. D., F.A.