Kim Beattie…

I’ll be posting more about Kim Beattie in the coming days, but I enjoyed this one so much I wanted to get it out tonight.

“Damn-damn!”  Says the Infantree!

When the rations ain’t at the rendezvous
‘Cause the quarter-bloke can’t make it through–
Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!
When the water-tin’s all kerosene
And there ain’t no rum, tho’ the weather’s mean,
And Leave is stopped by the submarine–
O! Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!

Chorus:
And the buck he damns his sergeant
And the sergeant damns his Loot,
And the Loot he damns his Colonel
And his Adjutant to boot!
Battalion damns the Brigadier,
Division damns some more,
Till the whole damn-damning  family’s
Damn-damning clean to Corps!

When the eighteen-pounders fire too short
And them batt’ry guys just call it sport–
Damn-damn! Says the Infantree!
When the right-flank outfit up and runs
And won’t hold on ’cause they’re lousy sons
And you can’t get through to the damn-damn guns–
O! Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!

Chorus:
And the buck he damns his sergeant
And the sergeant damns his Loot,
And the Loot he damns his Colonel
And his Adjutant to boot!
Battalion damns the Brigadier,
Division damns some more,
Till the whole damn-damning  family’s
Damn-damning clean to Corps!

When relief is late and it’s near dawn-black
So they spot you right as you’re hobbling back–
Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!
When you dream of flow’rs round your billet door
But the guides get lost and your feet get sore
And it stinks like a damn-damn abattoir–
O! Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!

Chorus:
And the buck he damns his sergeant
And the sergeant damns his Loot,
And the Loot he damns his Colonel
And his Adjutant to boot!
Battalion damns the Brigadier,
Division damns some more,
Till the whole damn-damning  family’s
Damn-damning clean to Corps!

When orders come that you must shine brass
And square-push round like a draftee class–
Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!
When rumour says that the Hun’s done brown;
But it’s proven “bull” when the word comes down
That the Virgin’s hanging in Albert Town–
O! Damn-damn!  Says the Infantree!

Chorus:
And the buck he damns his sergeant
And the sergeant damns his Loot,
And the Loot he damns his Colonel
And his Adjutant to boot!
Battalion damns the Brigadier,
Division damns some more,
Till the whole damn-damning  family’s
Damn-damning clean to Corps!

From Kim Beattie’s And You! (1929).  Pages 27-29.

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