Long before the sun has ambled O'er the green hills on our right, Far along the road we've rambled In the early morning light. Thru the narrow trail we're walking, Sticking to the narrow path. Just behind us some are talking, 'Way ahead we hear a laugh. Now a slender bridge we're crossing, Over to a "goo-goo" farm-- Where a Carabao is tossing Up his head, in great alarm. Here we stop to rest a trifle-- Sip a drop from our canteens. Gee! It's tough to "pack" a rifle-- Hiking in the Philippines. 'Round the narrow path we're turning; Tho it's early morning, yet. Down the sun is fiercely burning-- Bringing out the drops of sweat! Where the tropic trees are shading Out the sunlight overhead Leggings, shoes and all, we're wading Thru a shallow river-bed. You can hear the bamboo cracking Underneath our heavy tread, While the forest trails we're tackling-- Following, where we are lead. You have got to be a Hiker To keep up with these Marines, Not a big four-flush or piker-- Hiking in the Philippines! Where the big mangoes are growing, We have halted--Stacking Arms, Far away, a rooster's crowing On one of the native farms. Under branches of big palm trees, We are resting easy now-- Welcoming the cooling sea breeze While we're waiting for our Chow. Plainest fare is a fiesta When you've Hiked for half a day; And a little noon siesta Helps to pass the time away! Like a ribbon all unraveled Starts the line at half past two, There are new trails to be traveled Back to old Olongapo! THE MOUNTAIN BATTERY SONG 1. Fall in. Fall in. Attention, you red-legged mountaineers, With your gun and pack and box of tack, "non-coms." and cannoneers, Baptized in Mindanao, beside the Sulu Sea. Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. 2. I'd rather be a soldier with a mule and mountain gun Than a Knight of old with spurs of gold, a Roman, Greek or Hun, For when there is trouble brewing they always send for me To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery. To start the row with a row, row, row, from a mountain battery. Here's to pack and aparejo, the cradle, gun trail, And that darned old fool, the battery mule, that was never known to fail. So raise your glasses high and drink this toast with me: Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. Here's How, and How, how, how, to a mountain battery. THE CAVALRY SONG Come, listen unto this song, I'm as happy as can be, I'm masher and dasher in the U. S. Cavalrie; I stand up straight with legs apart; bowed slightly at the knee, With folded arms across my chest, 'tis the pose of the Cavalrie. Chorus: