The sergeant took a lean
On the canteen door
The captain ran away:
"What a bore! What a bore!"
WAR RISK
INSURANCE
February 12 is the
last day to take out
war risk insurance.
DO IT NOW!
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THE MACHINE-GUN SONG.
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(As rendered by a certain battalion of Amex
[mitrailleurs, to the tune of "Lord Geoffrey]
Amherst.")
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We've come from old New England for to blast the bloomin' Huns,
We have sailed from afar across the sea;
We will drive the Boche before us with our baby-beauty guns
To the heart of the Rhine countree!
And to his German majesty we will not do a thing
But to spray his carcass with our hail;
And when we're through with pepp'ring him, we'll make the lobster sing
As we ride him into Berlin on a rail!
CHORUS.
Oh, machine guns, machine guns!
They're the things to rake the Kaiser aft and fore!
[May they never jam on us]
Till we've gone and won this gosh-darn war!
Oh, machine guns are the handy things to drive the Fritzy out
When he hides back of bags of sand;
And machine guns are the dandy things to put the Hun to rout
If he tries to regain his land.
So just keep the clips a-comin', and we'll give her all the juice
As we speed along our glorious way:
And Von Hindenburg and Ludendorff will beat it like the deuce
When the little old rat-rattlers start to play!