Boots (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 ! 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 ! 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 ! 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 !