Part 9 (1/2)

EUREKA

It may be from hot Tallaha.s.see, It may be from cold northern Nome, But there's nothing that can be compared with That BIG little letter from home.

FOURTH COMPANY, N.E. SONG

'Way up in Plattsburg, right near the northern border, They sent us off in May, There for three months to stay, So we could all become lieutenants.

Then when they put us all in comp'nies We made New England Four.

It's the finest little company That ever did Squads Right and ran into a tree.

New England, you've got to hand it to us-- Good old Company Four!

'Way up in Plattsburg--that's where they make us soldiers-- They drill us every day.

d.a.m.n little time for play, 'Cause when we do not drill we study.

New England number four's our comp'ny, We're always full of pep.

Now if you want some men for good, hard work You'll always find this company will never s.h.i.+rk.

New England, you've got to hand it to us-- Good old Company Four!

PART II

SONGS AND PARODIES

LONG, LONG TRAIL

(_Air: There's a Long Trail_)

There's a long, long trail before us, Into No-Man's land in France, Where the shrapnel sh.e.l.ls are bursting, And we must advance.

There'll be lots of drill and hiking, Before our dreams all come true, But some day we'll show the Germans, How the Yankees come through.

WILLIE'S PA

(_Air: Solomon Levi_)

I

O, Willie Jones's fond mamma brought him to Plattsburg town, To see his father at the Camp go marching up and down; And Willie grew excited as the band began to play, And when he saw his papa march, the people heard him say:

(Chorus)