SMOKIN' MY PIPE ON THE MOUNTINGS, SNIFFIN THE MORNING COOL;
I WALKS IN MY OLD BROWN GAITERS ALONG O' MY OLD BROWN MULE;
WITH SEVENTY GUNNERS BE'IND ME , AN' NEVER A BEGGAR FORGETS;
ITS ONLY THE PICK OF THE ARMY, THAT HANDLES THE DEAR LITTLE PETS -- 'TSS! 'TSS!;
FOR YOU ALL LOVE THE SCREW- GUNS--THE SCREW GUNS THEY ALL LOVE YOU!
SO WHEN WE CALL ROUND WITH A FEW GUNS;
O' COURSE YOU WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO -- HOO! HOO!;
JEST SEND IN YOUR CHIEF AN' SURRENDER--
ITS WORSE IF YOU FIGHTS OR YOU RUNS;
YOU CAN GO WHERE YOU PLEASE, YOU CAN SKID UP THE TREES;
BUT YOU DONT GET AWAY FROM THE GUNS;
AM A PROUD GUNNER;