LONG, LONG TRAIL
(Air: There's a Long Trail)
There's a long, long trail before us,
Into No-Man's land in France,
Where the shrapnel shells are bursting,
And we must advance.
There'll be lots of drill and hiking,
Before our dreams all come true,
But some day we'll show the Germans,
How the Yankees come through.
WILLIE'S PA
(Air: Solomon Levi)
I
O, Willie Jones's fond mamma brought him to Plattsburg town,
To see his father at the Camp go marching up and down;
And Willie grew excited as the band began to play,
And when he saw his papa march, the people heard him say: