Part 10 (1/2)

The Cavalry, the Cavalry, they haven't any horse, They're taking riding lessons by a correspondence course, You'd think they were equestrians to hear the way they talk, But when it comes to riding, why! We always see them walk.

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The Cavalry, the Cavalry, are marching down the street, The Cavalry, the Cavalry, with blisters on their feet, The Artillery is mounted now and ready for the course; But we never see the Cavalry with any kind of horse.

WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO DEUTSCHLAND

(_Air: Hit the Line for Harvard_)

We're on our way to Deutschland, We're Yankees through and through, And we'll show the Huns of Germ'ny What the U. S. A. can do.

With France and Old England, Victory or die; And we'll give a rousing cheer, boys, As the allied flags go by.

I WANT TO BE A COLONEL

(_Air: I Want to Be Back Home in Dixie_)

I want to be, I want to be, I want to be at least a Colonel, Have the Majors handing me salutes, and a man to black my boots.

I want to be, I want to be, at least a Colonel, C-O-L-O-N-E-L, Hold down a desk and give the captains h.e.l.l.

I want to be, I want to be, I want to be a Colonel _now_!

I WANT TO BE A DOUGHBOY

(_Air: I Want to Be a Yale Boy_)

I want to be a doughboy, Doughboy tried and true; I want to be a doughboy, With a hat cord of baby blue.

I want to be a doughboy, Do as the doughboys do; So, papa, if I can When I get to be a man, I want to be a doughboy, too.

OUR BATTLE HYMN

(Air: ”Battle Hymn of the Republic”)

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We have heard a lot about a place they call ”Somewhere in France,”

And we're going ”Over There” to put some pep in the advance; ”There's a long, long trail before us,” but you bet we'll take the chance, As Five goes marching on.