Boots

We're foot, slogs, slogs, slogs, slogging over Africa

Foot, foot, foot, foot, slogging over Africa

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

There's no discharging the war

Seven, six, eleven, five, nine and twenty miles a day

Four, eleven, seventeen, thirty-two the day before

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

There's no discharging the war

Don't, don't, don't, don't look at what's in front of you

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

Men, men, men, men, men go mad with watching them

And there's no discharging the war

There's no discharging the war

Try, try, try, try to think of something different

Oh, my God, keep me from going lunatic

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

There's no discharging the war

Oh, count, count, count, count the bullets in the bandoliers

If your eyes drop, they will get atop of you

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

There's no discharging the war

We can stick out hunger, thirst and weariness

But not, not, not, not the chronic sight of 'em

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

There's no discharging the war

T'ain't so bad by day because of company

But night brings long strings of forty thousand million

Boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

And there's no discharging the war

There's no discharging the war

I have marched six weeks in hell and certify

It is not fire, devils, dark or anything

But boots, boots, boots, boots, moving up and down again

And there's no discharging the war