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Show SWKRT REVENGE As I sit on my hunk this evening, Lust In a wondering dream, I wonder if generations after us Will know what a great war means. A ear Fve heen in the army, A year nway from home; A year of vaccinations And a thousand shots in the arm. And after each shot a terrible pain. Soon we are well, but shot again; Hut remember my proclamation, That "Fveii a worm will turn;" A saying that is true as gospel, Which the Huns are sure to learn. We Yankee lads won't need much drill So soon we will he gone; W'e think that in a month or so We'll cross the briny pond. Wc won't need introducing To the beast they cnll the Huns, For they have heard a thousand times Of the Yanks behind the guns. W will play them fifty-fifty At the little game called war, And we'll give them odds a plenty That will take Merlin or more llii-re'll he many times they'll wonder As we Yanks charge up the hill If life wouldn't he much sweeter In the fiery depths of hell. We'll finally get old Kniser Kill. The king of fhe beastly Huns, And we'll put him on the alter For the many crimes he's done. We'll get his lungs for Relgium, For Fiance we'll get his eye; Oh, how we'll make him suffer He fore we let him die. We'll get his ears for Johnny Hull, Itussia will get a part, And for the Yankee lads that's fallen We'll dissect his Gosh Darn Heart! LYMAN F. PRINCE, Troop II., First Cav., Douglas, Ariz. 0. |