“Company Attion,” dats it snap dem heals rite agether
And don’t be grumblen bout de rainy wedder,
Fo dahs a few things I’s boun to mention.
Yo pock out dat chest,
Yo lazy thing, yo am like de rest.
Gim me dem heads and eyes tu de front
An’ don’t let me heah yo breave or grunt.
Now in dis company dahs a singen aroun
Dat some yo soldiers am a staen in town,
Yo no dat am a breaken uv de rules,
And awful bad it sounds.
But let me ketch de ole ring leader
Wid him I’ll broke de guard hous don.
“At Ease!” quit dat trimblen at de neas,
In de monen I’s goner call de roll
An ebber liben body better hit de stroll.
Ef dahs anybody daun anser tu dey name
Well, de wah I’ll punshum, hit’ll be a shame.
Sur Lieutenant! mah I speak,
No you studers, an’ it’ll tuck yo a week.
Now stop dat rolen dem eyes dah,
Yo am de fello dey calls jack de bah.
Does yo no yo am afoolen wid de hinges uv def
An’ what yo am athinken yo am badly lef.
Ress, a man kin talk tell he nely chokes,
An’ Ress don’t mean fo you tu smoke.
Drap dat cigarete,
I bet I’ll blo dis company up yet,
Now I want spoke bout de han solute,
An’ you better bring me a press on all dem suits.
In dis company dahs a loss uv pep
An’ in aroun’ lebben werf yo am boun to crep.
“Prade Ress!”
Keep dat line neatly dressed,
Looker a dah how yo’s holen dat gun,
Gist like a man giten redy tu run.
“Sholder Arms!”
As yo wus, yo goter alarmed.
Now what’s de madder widd dis coman?
Change dat gun in de udder han
In all my forty years I seen
Yo bunch uv mens am mity green.
Wake up now an sodger rite,
Ef yo don’t da’ll be one awfull fite.
Yo’ll taste de essnes uv my fist.
“Company Attention!”
Dah am de dinner bell yo am dismist.