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American Ballads and Folk Songs
You form in line and write on a paper,
A feller up there gives you your pay.
Take it to the squad room* Put it on a blanket,
A feller hollers, "Craps," and takes it all away.
Then they take you out a-hiking,
Over roads of rock and sand.
I think what the Colonel wants to know is—
Can his horse outhike a man?
Then I transferred to the Cavalry, Thought it'd be nice to have a horse to ride. Now I find that the place that I ride on, Have to use "New Skin" for hide.
You form in line and march to the stable, With your brush and currycomb. Groom your horse as long as you're able. Fall in again, and march back home.
They gave me a horse that looked like Dobbin, The horse I used to ride on the farm. Before I could stop that horse from runnin', I wish I'd had Jack Johnson's arm.
I finally got him back to the stable, I said to the Cap'n, "I stopped her, Bill." The Cap'n said to the First Sergeant, "Take this bird, and throw him in the Mill."
Then if you should get your leg broke, Doctor won't charge you one red cent. "C.C." pills is all you need— Your leg ain't broke—just badly bent.