(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! 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! 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! 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IVY GREEN by CHARLES DICKENS THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE FUTURE SPEAKS by LOUIS KAUFMAN ANSPACHER SONNET: 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD QUATORZAINS: 9. TO MY LYRE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PORTRAIT SONNETS: 4 by HENRY BELLAMANN THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |