Part 2 — COMPANY NINE

Hark, ye Rookies, to the chorus Of old Company Nine; Captains, Colonels, all adore us, When we fall in line. Tho' we're doughboys, we're not slow boys, Thanks to Sargeant Hill; And when we take our stand in Deutschland, Lord help Kaiser Bill! In the morning at the warning, "Clothes on Company Nine!" Feeling rocky, into khaki Jumps our valiant line. We shun strawberries in the valley Off the Peru road, But in mess shack none can beat us At the order "Load!" In Pabst-less Plattsburg, bone-dry rookies, Waiting for our kale, Our healths we drink in foamless bumpers, Full of Adam's ale. But when the "Sammies" take their Münchener On the river Rhine, The toast will be to old New England And to Company Nine.