Boots

(Infantry Columns)

We,re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin' over Africa 
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin' over Africa
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again!) 
There's no discharge in the war !  

Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an'—twenty mile to—day—
Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty—two the day before  
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again !) 
There's no discharge in the war !  

Don't—don't—don't—don't—look at what's in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin' 'em, 
An' there's no discharge in the war !  

Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers. 
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o' you ! 
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up and down again) 
There's no discharge in the war !  

Try—try—try—try—to think o' something different— 
Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin' lunatic ! 
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again !) 
There's no discharge in the war !  

We—can—stick—out—'unger, thirst, an' weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of 'em— 
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again, 
An' there's no discharge in the war !  

'Tain`t—so—bad—by—day because o' company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o' forty thousand million 
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin' up an' down again 
There's no discharge in the war !  

I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in 'Ell an' certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin'up an' down again, 
An' there's no discharge in the war !
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