Part 1 — FOURTH COMPANY, N.E. SONG

'Way up in Plattsburg, right near the northern border, They sent us off in May, There for three months to stay, So we could all become lieutenants. Then when they put us all in comp'nies We made New England Four. It's the finest little company That ever did Squads Right and ran into a tree. New England, you've got to hand it to us— Good old Company Four! 'Way up in Plattsburg—that's where they make us soldiers— They drill us every day. Damn little time for play, 'Cause when we do not drill we study. New England number four's our comp'ny, We're always full of pep. Now if you want some men for good, hard work You'll always find this company will never shirk. New England, you've got to hand it to us— Good old Company Four!