You
sort o’ laugh at us a bit,
You reg’lar army now;
Somehow
you don’t see how we fit
Into the bigger plan?
You
smile to see us marching past,
As any reg’lars can
All
right, jes’ hold your horses fast,
You reg’lar army man!
We
ain’t been in the Philippines,
Nor on the border true;
We
didn’t know what that hardship means
Not quite so well as you,
But
we ain’t doin’ this for fun,
Nor money, understan’?
They’s
something back of ev’ry gun,
You reg’lar army man.
We’re
drillin’, marchin’, drillin’ till
We’re sore of arm an’ foot;
We’re
out behind a certain hill
A-learnin’ how to shoot
We’ve
been a-squaddin’ left an’ right,
An’ shootin’ best we can;
An’
we can crowd the bull’s-eye tight,
You reg’lar army man.
An’
now, I’m speakin’ for the Guard
From Maine to Frisco Bay;
A
year we’ve been a-drillin’ hard,
Yes, drillin’ night and day.
An’
when it comes to “up the street”,
Or targets, understan’,
We
ain’t takin’ no back seat,
You reg’lar army man.
Don’t
smile, don’t jeer, jest fetch a squad
O’ reg;lars some fine day,
An’
put ‘em on our drillin’ sod
Or on our range, an’ say,
It’s
ten to one our squad will get
Your squad on any plan;
This
Home Guard ain’t no social set,
You reg’lar army man.
An’
now I’m speakin’ for the Guard
From
Maine to Frisco Bay;
A
year we’ve been a-drillin’ hard,
Yes, drillin’ night an’ day,
An’
when it comes to “up the street”,
Or targets, understan’,
We
ain’t a takin’ no back seat,
From any army man.
Don’t
smile, don’t jeer, jest fetch a squad
O’ regulars, some fine day,
An’
put ‘em on our drillin’ sod
Or on our range, an’ say,
It’s
ten to one our squad will get
Your squad on any plan;
The
Home Guard ain’t no social set,
You reg’lar army man.
1st Mus. Co. G 6th Regt. C.H.G.
Nov. 19, 1917
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