Of men in khaki means. (What, dogs don’t know?
You bet they do! Jim-dog, he had ter go
Along th’ trenches oftentimes at night;
He seemed ter sense it when there was a fight
A-brewin’. Oh, I guess he knew, all right!)
I was a soldier, an’ Jim-dog was mine.
Ah, what’s th’ use?
There never was another dog like him.
Why, on th’ march I’d pause and call, “Hey, Jim!”
An’ he’d be there, his head tipped on one side,