The Song for the Fellow to Sing

The Song for the Fellow to Sing.
Wallace Irwrn.
69.1

I give herewith carefully-selected stan-
zas from “the song for the fellows to sing,”
not because I indorse its sentiments, but
because I wish to submit to my readers
positive proof of the degeneration in Alger-
non’s English style under the Government
Ownership system.

Good-by, good-by to the West Point sky,
Good-by to the West Point girl-oh!
I am going a while for to live in style
And to have my months of furlough.
No more the tum of the Hell Cats’ drum
Will come with the dawn to wake me;
For I’m going to snooze just as long as I choose
And never a Tac to shake me.

So it’s rick-tick-tick and it’s double quick
For a ticket to Kalamazoo;
Yes, the poor Cadet has his row to sweat
Ere he walks in the Army Blue.

I’ve swung the broom in my barrack-room
With the mercury down to zero;
I’ve learned the trade of a chambermaid
When I wanted to be a hero;
I’ve drilled and drilled till my bones were chilled
And my feet were a smarting blister-
Now it’s home for mine with a girl divine
Who’s willing to be my sister.

For it’s rag-tag-tac and it’s half-way back
From the Hudson to Kalamazoo;
And it’s pull away for the lad in gray
Who longs for the Army Blue.

I’ll swear or sneeze whenever I please;
I’ll stick to my bed till Friday;
I’ll never shave and I’ll never lave
When I happen to feel untidy.