He always seemed ter understand,
He’d rub his nose against my hand
If I was feelin’ blue or sad,
Or if my thoughts was pretty bad;
An’ how he’d bark an’ frisk an’ play
When I was gay!
A soldier’s dog don’t have much time ter whine,
Like little pets a-howlin’ at th’ moon.
A soldier’s dog is bound ter learn, right soon,
That war is war, an’ what a steady line