When marching on the Rhine, boys, We'll be singing this song As we're marching along. When marching on the Rhine, boys, On our hunt for Kaiser Bill, We'll shoot the Germans out of France, We'll keep them on the run; When we get there the world will know, New England has begun, To fight for Uncle Sammy. We'll do our best, And never will rest, Until Old Glory rises to the sun. Over the sea, boys, Over the sea to Victory, New England will fight on forever. EGGS--AGERATED Since I've come to Plattsburg I've eaten so many eggs, That feathers now adorn my skin, And spurs are on my legs. WITH APOLOGIES TO KIPLING'S "THE VAMPIRE" A fool there was, and he made his prayer, (Even as you and I) Tho't he would hold down a colonel's chair, So he came up here to do and dare, But the skipper decided he wasn't there, (Even as you and I). Oh, the days we waste, and the pay we waste, And the work of our hands and feet Belong to the days we did not know, (And now we know we never could know) Enough to stand still at retreat. Oh, the sleep we lost and the weight we lost, And the things we had to eat Can never come back to make us want, (We hope they can't and pray they sha'n't) If they did we'd admit we were beat. The fool was stripped to his foolish hide, (Even as you and I) And they wouldn't let him be rear guide, (So some of him lived, but the most of him died) And he stayed a "rookie" just outside (Even as you and I). _FINIS_ _There's a lot that's pretty funny in the life we lead up here, The problems and the hikin' and the mess; But sometimes when I'm all alone I get a little blue, And that's the way with everyone, I guess._ _I often sit and wonder what it's really all about, And what the end of all this will be; It seems almost impossible that we will be at war, And see the things a soldier has to see._ _It's something more than just parade and something more than drill, And something more than hiking in the rain. It means that lots of friends we've made are going over seas, And some of them will not come back again._ _There's not a single man of us who really wants to fight, And maybe die somewhere in France--but then, It's war, and since it must be done, we'll try to do it right. God willing, we'll acquit ourselves like men._ [Illustration: With the Rookie to the End.] * * * * * Transcriber's Note: