TRIBUTE
There’s tumultuous confusion a-comin’ down the road,
An’ the camouflage don’t nearways hide the dust,
An’ it ain’t no flock of camions, though some’s carryin’ a load
(I guess the provos winked—or got it fust).
But now it’s comin’ closer, you can tell ’em by the roar—
It’s the Hundred Second Infantry a-goin’ in once more.
Oh, they’ve met the Hun at the length of a gun,
And they know what he is and they mind what he’s done,
So that’s why they sing as they slog to more fun!