The Army Goes Rolling Along Verse: March along, sing our song With the Army of the free. Count the brave, count the true Who have fought to victory. We're the Army and proud of our name! We're the Army and proudly proclaim: First First to fight for the right Chorus And to build the nation's might, And the Army goes rolling along. Proud of all we have done, Fighting till the battle's won, And the Army goes rolling along. Refrain: Then it's hi! Hi! Hey! The Army's on it's way, Count off the cadence loud and strong; For where're we go, you will always know That the Army goes rolling along. Second Valley Forge, Custer's ranks, Chorus: San Juan Hill and Patton's tanks, And the Army went rolling along, Minutemen from the start, Always fighting from the heart, And the Army keeps rolling along. Refrain: Then it's hi! Hi! Hey! The Army's on its way, Count off the cadence loud and strong: For where're we go, you will always know That the Army goes rolling along. Third Men in rags, men who froze, Chorus: Still that Army met its foes, And the Army went rolling along. Faith in God, then we're right And we'll fight with all our might As the Army keeps rolling along. Refrain: Then it's hi! Hi! Hey! The Army's on its way. Count off the cadence loud and strong: (two! three!) For where're we go, you will always know That the Army goes rolling along! (Keep it rolling!) And the Army goes rolling along! Running Cadence Honey Baby You get a line and I'll get a pole, Honey, Honey. You get a line and I'll get a pole, Baby, Baby. You get a line and I'll get a pole, And we'll go down to the fishing hole. Honey, Oh Baby, be mine. Go with your left, your right, your left. Go with your left, your right, your left. Taps Fades the light, And afar, Goeth light, Cometh night And a star, Leadeth all, Speedeth all, To their rest. FIDDLER'S GREEN Half way down the trail to Hell, In a shady, meadow green, Are the souls of all dead troopers camped, Near a good, old-time canteen. And in this eternal resting place, Marching past, straight through to Hell, The Infantry are seen, Accompanied by the Engineers Artillery, and Marines, For none but shades of Cavalrymen Dismount at Fiddler's Green Though some go curving down the trail To seek a warmer scene, No trooper ever gets to Hell, Ere he's emptied his canteen. And so he rides back to drink again, With friends at Fiddler's Green. And so when horse and man go down Beneath a saber keen, Or in a roaring charge, or fierce mal'ee You stop a bullet clean, And the hostiles come to get your scalp, Just empty your canteen, And put your pistol to your head, And go to Fiddler's Green. Blood on the Risers (Tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic") "Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up, Our hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up. He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE, GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE, GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock. He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop. He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome. The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones. The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground, HE AINT'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) The day he's lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind., He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind. He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild. The medics jumped and screamed with glee, They rolled their sleeves and smiled. Our hero watched them gather 'round his fatal landing spot, HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) He hit the ground, the sound was "Splatt!" his blood went spurting high. His comrades then were heard to say, "A helluva of a way to die." He lay there rolling ' round in the welter and the gore. HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute. Intestines were a' dangling from his paratrooper's boots. They picked him up still in his 'chute and poured him from his boots. HE AIN'S GONNA JUMP NO MORE! (Chorus) Dogface Soldier I wouldn't give a bean to be a fancy pants Marine; I'd rather be a dogface soldier like I am. I wouldn't trade my old OD's for all the Navy's dungarees, For I'm the walking pride of Uncle Sam. On all the posters that I read It says the Army builds men, So they're tearing me down To build me over again! I'm just a dogface soldier With a rifle on my shoulder, And I eat raw meat for breakfast every day. So feed me ammunition, Keep me in the 3rd Division Your dogface soldier boy's okay. Taps Fading light dims the sight, And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright. From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night. Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Then good night, peaceful night, Till the light of the dawn shineth bright; God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night 'WALTZING MATILDA' Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback Well I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country said, "Son, It's time you stop ramblin, there's work to be done." So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war. And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda' As the ship pulled away from the key And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli. And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk he was waitin', he primed himself well He showered us with bullets and rained us with shell And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia. But the band played 'Waltzing Matilda' When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again. And those that were left, well, we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death, and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive Though around me the corpses piled higher. Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in m' hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dying. For I'll go no more 'Waltzing Matilda' All around the green bush far and free To hum, tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me. So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us on back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla. And as our ship pulled into Circular Key I looked at the place where m' legs used to be And thank Christ there was nobody waitin' for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity. But the band played 'Waltzing Matilda' As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away. And so now every April I sit on me porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I see my old comrades how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories. And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask what are they marching for And I ask m'self the same question. But the band plays 'Waltzing Matilda' And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong Oh, come a-waltzing Matilda with me.