Hail to the Devil Dog
He’s a drinker and a driller,
He’s a gambler and a sport;
He’s a hard old hand at fighting,
But at work he’s rather short,
The devil likes his fighting,
And the beauty way it’s done;
He’s a cross between a Christian
And the devil’s only son.
His vice is like the most of men,
His virtue like a few,
But when you thump his metal,
You’ll find it’s ring is true;
He’s honored by the title,
Of a soldier and a man,
He’s Uncle Sammy’s nephew,
And all American.
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