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PREFACE 
 
 CLo-^jo, 
 
 In presenting to our Boys in Blue this pamphlet of original songs 
 and poems, the compiler begs to. state that he has endeavored to 
 obtain the best and most diversified collection possible. It has 
 been his aim to have represented in this book the various re- 
 giments of the Eighth Army Corps. 
 
 For the benefiit of our readers we give here an explanation of the 
 significance of the emblems on the Filipino flag and coat-of 
 arms which are on the cover. The red, white, and blue of the 
 flag are respectively emblematic of the blood spilt in the cause 
 of Liberty, the purity of Libeity, and the blue sky which covers 
 all Liberty. The three stars represent the three rebellious is- 
 lands of Luzon, Viscayas and Mindanao. The eight rays of the 
 central emblem represent the ei^>ht provinces of these islands 
 Finally, the mountain on the coat-of-arms represents Biac-na-ba-to, 
 or "Stone-cut-in-two, the place where the afterwards violated 
 treaty was signed between the Spaniards and the Filipinos. 
 
 The artistic and typographical work in this pamphlet has been 
 done by Filipinos. 
 
 That this pamphlet may prove an acceptable souvenir of the days 
 spent in Manila by our American soldiers, is the earnest wish of 
 the compiler. 
 
 J. D. Mitchell. 
 
 . Manila, P. I. Nov. 1st 1898. Publisher. 
 
 Note. These songs and poems are published by permission of 
 the authors. 
 
DEWEY, KING OF THE SEA, 
 
 Air "Prodigal Son," 
 
 Oh ! we have a bold sailor in Manila Bay 
 
 We have, we have. 
 He captured the wnole place in half a day 
 
 He die 1 , he did. 
 
 The gunners they made every shot tell 
 While they were net troubled by a single shell. 
 Remember the Maine and give them hell 
 Sang Dewey the king of the sea ( repeat ) 
 
 They avenged our boys who w^re k'lled on the Maine 
 
 They did, they did 
 The Spaniards wjnt try dirty truks again 
 
 They wont, They wont 
 When Dew- l y sailed in to Manila Biy 
 A short time a go on the first of May 
 The Spaniards found it was moving day 
 
 Sang Dtwey the King of the sea (repeal; ) 
 
 Our gallant ships slipped through their lines 
 
 They did, They did 
 
 They sailed right over the harbor mines 
 The gunners were primed with American rum 
 They dodged and juggled each bursting bomb 
 Sent three hundred Spaniards to Kingdom come 
 Sang Dt wey the King of the Sea ( repeat ) 
 
 The batteries started to fire their shells 
 
 They did, They did, 
 But into the water each one fell 
 
 It did, It did, 
 
 .Then the Flag-ship turned her ugly snout 
 And her forward turrets commence to shout 
 We'll give em some points on how to shoot 
 
 Dewey the King of the Seaj (repeat-* 
 
A Torpedo boat came out with a dash 
 
 It-did, It-did, 
 It started for Dew -y like a Hash 
 
 It-did, It-did, 
 
 Not a man at his post was seen to flinch 
 The Commander gave the button a pinch. 
 Let go his 12 pounders Oh; what a cinch 
 
 Sang Dew -Jy the K'ng of the Seas, ( repeat) 
 
 All this tock place on the first of May 
 
 It did, It did, 
 Troops in ships w ;re hurried away 
 
 They were, They w J re, 
 Re-enforced by batteries H and K 
 John Astor's "battery started away 
 And they hurried them on to Manila bay 
 
 Sang Dewey the King of the sea ( repeat ) 
 
 H rd it was for me to wait 
 
 It was It was. 
 I am glad they did not come too late, 
 
 I am, I am. 
 
 The Newport is anchored here in the bay 
 So wyil start the ball when ever you say, 
 
 Sang Dewey the King of the sea ( repeat ) 
 
 H nv anxious I was a bout your boat 
 
 I was, I was, 
 She was the richest prize a float 
 
 She was She was 
 To Spanish soil and tropic seas 
 They hurried you on by every means 
 With the Governor of the Philipines 
 
 Sang Dewey the King of the sea ( repeat ) 
 
 Now the four expeditions came in safe and sound 
 
 They did, They did, 
 Entrenchments the Spaniards w^re planting around 
 
 The^wire, They were, 
 Since the ijth of August they replanting no more 
 
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 They've learned what Ihey never knew before 
 Entrenchments can't stop The 8th Army Corps 
 Sang Dewey the King of the sea, ( repeat ) 
 
 The eighth Army Corps I'll never forget 
 
 I Won't, I won't, 
 They put up a fight that was hot you bet, 
 
 It was, It was, 
 
 We've driven our foes from land and sea 
 We all have shared in the victory 
 In this glorious fight for humanity 
 
 Sang Dewey the King of the sea ( repeat ) 
 
 Charles C. Webster 
 Astor Battery, U. S. 
 
 THE VOLUNTEER. 
 
 Let poets sing the ma>y joys all caused by Capid's Dart. 
 Let those who may declare the praise of Science and of Art, 
 Of all the many pleasures great which fill this earthly Sphere* 
 It is the acme of my bliss to be a Volunteer: 
 
 ,,To arm ! to arms !" the country cries, and quick he heeds the call ! 
 T o rally round the Stai s nd S'ripes he hies him great and smal', 
 Toplant the flag on foreign shores, and travel o'er the sea, 
 While others stay behind and yell:" Just give them hell for me. 
 
 He's off, and o'er the briny deep the stately vessel spins, 
 Gone are alas his noble dreams, and new the fun begins, 
 So grave and serious he finds the charge he has to keep, 
 That all else that his system holds he empties in the deep. 
 
 For many Weary days and nights he travels o'er the brine: 
 By day he's cooped up on the deck scorched by the bright sunshine, 
 By night, Within his little bunk he's forced to lie and smother. 
 Still patiently he grits his teeth and thinks of home and mother I 
 
T'is now he finds how sweet it is to live a soldier's life: 
 He's Wrkened up at early dawn by the bugle, drum and fife, 
 He nimbly runs up stahs on deck expecting to remain, 
 But scarce a moment passes ere he's ordered down again 1 
 
 He finds that military life, alas, Is far from sweet. 
 
 His only joy is when he dreams he gets enough to eat 
 
 And if a storm should strike, the ship, or some slight w'.nd should 
 
 swerve her, 
 HJ madly rushes round the deck and grabs a life preserver! 
 
 On land the story is the the same, no rest his soul can gain 
 He celebrates the wee small hours by fighting in the rain, 
 By day, wrapped up in flannel suits he sits around and sweats. 
 And mtkds out requisitions for light clothes he never getsl 
 
 So lives our noble Volunteer ! and when the War is o'er 
 And once again he sets his feet on old Columbia's shore, 
 He finds he's habit's creature, he has lost all sense and tact, 
 And shocks his friends by showing that he don't know how t8 act. 
 
 If to assuage his thirst he now should wander to the bar 
 Hi practices a little tri<k he's brought back from afar: 
 He drinks his beer, then at the man he slowly winks his eye; 
 The while he seeks the door and says "Denero" bye and bye ! 
 
 And gone are his domestic tastes: his bed he seeks no more, 
 
 He breaks his poor old mother's heart by sleeping on the floor 
 
 Ha calls his sister moocher: his manners are the Worst, 
 
 And waenhe hears the dinner bell he yells; "what squad cats first? 
 
 Oh all may sing the glory great of being a Volunteer! 
 But when again the Country calls, W^'ll all be deaf I fear 
 We "II climb up on the street car roof the suckers for to see 
 Anl as they pass Vfd too w',11 yell; "Just give them hell for me ! 
 
 O. H. Fernback. 
 1st California U, S, 
 
! BATTLE SONG OF UTAH. 
 
 Air "Marching through Georgia." 
 
 Clear the guns for action boys, we are brave and strong and tru'e'^ 
 Rouse and do the noble deeds you came so far to do. 
 Strike a blew of vengeance for our murdered boys in blue, 
 While wa are fighting at Manila. 
 
 Chorus Hjrrah! hurrah! for Utah and her crew, 
 ELirrah! hurrah! for Pennsiylvania too. 
 
 We'll give them what we said we would, when first we donned the trfute* 
 While we are fighting at Manila. 
 
 e yoUf lanyards in your hands, the Spaniards are in sight, 
 iJke our gallant Commanders we're spoiling for a fight, 
 For our cause is mighty and we know that we are right, 
 While W3 are fighting at Manila. 
 
 Take your aim with steady nerves, their colors soon must fall. 
 Ucah boys you cannot rest till Old Glory's on the wall 
 With Pennsylvania at your side, have no fear at all, 
 While W3 are fighting at Manila. 
 
 Wnile th? shells were falling fast, -our rounds Wrre numbered, too 
 A bugle sounded in the rear with us the regulars, too, 
 'T was then that Freedom's cry arose to welcome comrades true, 
 While we were fighting in Manila. 
 
 Soon the Yankees won the day, the Spaniards lh y drove back 
 Failure wis their just rtWard for that midnight attai k, 
 Utah's sturdy boys in blue, will ne'er be driven back 
 While there's fighting in Manila. 
 
 Chorus* Hurrah! hurrah! for Utah and her crtw, 
 H irrah! hurrah! for Admiral Dcw^y too, 
 We'll soon enjoy the glories boys, W3 all have won so true, 
 While we're returning to Utah. 
 
 Frank T. Hines 
 
 Utah Battery U. S. V, 
 
THE OLD ARMY HARD-TACK. 
 
 H'.w dear to my heart are the war-time mementoes 
 I've cherished in memory of sorrows and joys, 
 In the days when I tramped through the streets of Manila, 
 And splashed through the mud with the rest of the boys. 
 I've a rusty old knife I never will part with, 
 An old compaign hat and a jacket of blue, 
 A battered canteen, and a haversack holding 
 Some squares of the hard-tack we all had to chew 
 
 Chorus The Iron-bound hard-tat k, 
 
 The mould-covered hard tack 
 
 The old army hard tack we all had to chew. 
 
 There was hardback from wars of the past generation 
 Which remained un consumed till this late Spanish war 
 T'is rumored that some which defied mastication, 
 Wtre ma'ked "Civil war 1 ' or the stamp "B. C." bore ! 
 What a triumph this is for the skill of the baker, 
 Indestructible product, defyng times tooth 
 But it conld not resist the assaults of our grinders, 
 The grinders We had in the days of our youth. 
 
 Chorus There was 1 812 hard-ta( k 
 And '62 hard-tack 
 
 The old army hard-taik we ate in our youth 
 
 Oh! yduth can make feasts of the coursest of viands, 
 And never again shall we veterans feel 
 Such a zest in our lives, as we felt in this late war 
 When hard ta(k sufficed to create a square meal, 
 And tho'We may dine at more sumptuous tables, 
 We'd gladly exchange all the dainties they yield 
 For the hearty enjoyment and youthful digestion 
 That seasoned the hard-tack we ate in the field 
 Chorus The bulletproof hard-tack 
 
 The petrified hard-tack 
 The old army hard-ta(k we ate in the field, 
 
 Fred. BUke. 
 
 Utah Battery, U. S, V. 
 
BEHIND THF TRENCHES 
 
 Dedicated to the ist California Volunteers, commemorating 
 
 July 31 st 1898. 
 (Air "On the bark- of the Wabash.") 
 
 From behind the trenches comes the gleam of rifles, 
 In the distance they can see the Spanish lines, 
 AH around the tropic night is calm and peaceful, 
 While between the clouds above the full moon shines, 
 The palm leaves rustle feebly in the sea breeze, 
 And transient gleams the firefly here and there; 
 Calm and cool our gallant boys are waiting, 
 To avenge the Wrongs of home and country fair, 
 
 CHORUS 
 
 Oh the honor of our grand old Stars and Stripes, boys, 
 Ne'er was tarnished since the hist'ry of its birth, 
 And will go unstained in ages yet to come, boys, 
 As long as there are men of loyal w^rth. 
 
 While these sturdy lads w^re peering o'er their breastW3tks, 
 As they strained their eyes to search the brush beyond, 
 To their mem'ry comes the scenes of early childhood, 
 And the picture of a loving mother fond; 
 And stouter yet grew every sturdy soldier, 
 Each grasped his rifle firmer in his hand, 
 As he thought of her who to his heart WAS dearest- 
 He was there fight for her and native land. 
 
 But are long this calm and peaceful scene of nature 
 Is transformed to one ot noisy storm and strife; 
 At once the night of strained and anxious watching, 
 Has become an aw'ul hell with carnage rife; 
 Above their heads the Spanish shells are screaming 
 Wnile all around there spits a hail of lead, 
 Death's messengers are reaping in their harvest, 
 And here and there are stacked the sheaves of dead. 
 
And while this fierce and bloody fight W-*s raging, 
 All the elements in harmony warred too, 
 Above the cannon could be heard the thunder roaring, 
 While the hew. ing wind a fearful typhoon blew. 
 But they listed not, Columbia's martial heroes, 
 For in each breast there spent a fiercer storm- x 
 The thougt of all the insults paid Old Glory, 
 The memory of which was ever warm, 
 
 They w re rhirk'ng of the heroes foully slaughtered 
 Of injustice heaped upon their country brave, 
 Where their loved ones calm and patiently w --re willing 
 Thus they made resolve for triumph or the grave, 
 When morning came pariah dogs were skulking, 
 The heavens once again were clear and blue, 
 Another day upon the war had brck^n, 
 On another vict'ry for our boys in blue, 
 
 CHOHUS 
 
 On the honor of our grand old Stars and Stripes, boys, 
 Ne'er was tarnished since the hist'ry of its birth, 
 And't Will go unstained in ages yet to come, boys, 
 AS long as there are men of loyal worth. 
 
 Frai k Geere. 
 
 1st Wyoming U. S. V. 
 
 IN MANILA, 1998. 
 
 Through the streets of old Manila 
 
 Aimlessly one day I strode 
 Till I bumped against a figure 
 
 Standing silent in the road: 
 Such an odd ungainly figure 
 
 That I quickly staggered back 
 Thinking that it was a spirit 
 
 And I'd run across is's track. 
 
 On his head he wore a helmet 
 Bather doubtful as to 
 
On his legs gome battered leggins 
 
 And his coat was once a blue. 
 On his shoulder was a musket 
 
 Rusted with the rust of years 
 Like himself; this apparition 
 
 Greatly served to rouse my fears. 
 
 "What the dickens are you?" asked I 
 
 And my breath came quick and short. 
 He then out of force of habit 
 
 Brought his rifle to the port 
 "You remember then," he answered, 
 
 Just a hundred years ago 
 There was trouble with the Spaniards, 
 
 'Twas about the Maine, you know, 
 
 Then I left home for Manila 
 
 With more U. S. Volunteers 
 We were numbered several thousand 
 
 All enlisted for two years 
 Ohl the others? they are sleeping 
 
 In the ancient church yard here 
 Far from home and loving kindred 
 
 And their native country dear 
 
 Some were stricken by diseases 
 
 Victims of the fever's rage 
 Some were smitten by the small-pox 
 
 Others died of ripe old age 
 I'm the last of all those thousands 
 
 Through this place I still must roam 
 Waiting for expected orders, 
 
 Welcome orders to go home! 
 
 W, O'Connell McGeehan. 
 
 1st California U, S, V. 
 
 
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 COLORADO'S ADVANCE ON MANILA, 
 
 August 13 th 1898. 
 
 When the bugle call was sounded 
 
 We were ready every man, 
 Do you think that any faltered? 
 
 Not a one but took his stand. 
 We'd been waiting there in silence 
 
 When we heard the joyful note 
 A yell went up to heaven. 
 
 From every Soldiei's throat. 
 
 And with springy step we bounded 
 O'er our breastworks to the fray. 
 
 Not a man was there who lingered, 
 Not a man who cared to stay. 
 
 And with exultation beaming 
 From each noble soldier's face 
 
 Each one vieingwith his comrade- 
 To be first one in the race. 
 
 Forward! On ! Through mud and water 
 
 We were eager for the fray. 
 We were bound to reach the trenches 
 
 Where the hostile Spaniards lay. 
 Though we heard the bullets whistling 
 
 Though we heard the cannons roar 
 Onward! Swifter! Was our motto fc 
 
 For Old Glory was before. 
 
 But the harder that we pressed them 
 
 Faster still the Spaniards fled. 
 Leaving all of their equipments 
 
 Leaving all their wounded, dead. 
 When we saw Old Glory waving 
 
 O'er Malate's stony wall, 
 We then vowed before the night came 
 
 That Manila tog must fall. 
 
Foi Wifd! March ! The wore? was given 
 
 And with a determined tread 
 We were bound to be victorious 
 
 Or be numbered with the dead. 
 But the boastful Spaniards w'lted 
 
 Ere the fight was w^ll begun. 
 O'er the wills of old Manila 
 
 Soon a flag of truce was run. 
 
 Oh 1 Spain where are your fabled heroes 
 
 Are your days of conquering o'er? 
 You are now despised by nations 
 
 That you ruled s> long before. 
 Now I'll write for you a watch word, 
 
 And its meaning I'll make plain, 
 "Uncle Sam"you must remember 
 
 And dont forget the Maine. 
 
 Geo; F. Taylor. 
 
 1st Colorado U. S. V. 
 
 BATTLE OF MALATE. 
 
 It was July, the thirty-first, 
 The day d&w.ied bright and clear 
 When orders rang throughout the Camp, 
 To buckle on our gear; 
 For Colonel Hawkins "Fighting Tenth" 
 Out to the iront must go, 
 In all that band there was not one 
 Who feared the Spanish foe. 
 
 To the front, ws bravely marched, 
 With battle cry and song, 
 For in each manly soldier's breast, 
 Revenge for Spanish wrong; 
 Yes; of the "Maine," that fiendish crime> 
 Where hundreds of our braves 
 Rv Spaniards hellish treachery, 
 Were sent beneath the waves, 
 
Now at the front, We are at last, 
 From Camp three miles away. 
 Neath pouring 1 rain and scorching sun, 
 We labored through the day; 
 While the spiteful Mauser cracked, 
 And whistling balls came near, 
 Still bravely did we boys work on, 
 We never thought of fear. 
 
 Yes, bravely did we work that day, 
 While down the rain did pour, 
 We, with shovels, piled the sand 
 Three hundred yards or more; 
 In evening at the set of sun, 
 Many a boy did say, 
 "I am so tired, how well I'll sleep, 
 By old Manila Bay" 
 
 As night came on, we boys lay down, 
 Each seeking sweet repose, 
 Thinking not of a battle near, 
 Nor of the Spanish foes; 
 We loved to dream of home so dear, 
 Across the mighty Main, 
 In future time wa hoped to be, 
 With loved ones there again. 
 
 Peacefully did each one sleep on, 
 Wrapped in dream's sweet charms, 
 Until there came a startling cry, 
 It was the call "To Arms 1" 
 We flew to arms, our little band, 
 Nor did it take us long, 
 On front and flank the Spaniards were, 
 Full thirty hundred strong. 
 
 They opened with a murderous fire, 
 While fast the raindrops fell, 
 Into our ranks sent whistling balls, 
 Many a screaming shell, 
 
feut, what cared we, the "Fighting Tenth/* 
 We feared no death, no pain, 
 For in our ears still rang the cry, 
 "Boys, don't forget the Maine." 
 
 And firmly did we stand our ground, 
 Into the foe we poured, 
 A leaden hail, both thick and fast, 
 While Utah's cannon roared; 
 Three times they charged upon our lines. 
 Three times we drove them back, 
 While many cheers rang loud and clear, 
 Above the rifle's crack 
 
 "Fight on My Boys"| Pap Hawkins cried, 
 "As your fathers did before, 
 For we could never stand defeat, 
 Upon a foreign shore," 
 We opened on the foe again, 
 And soon our woik was done, 
 Spanish guns had ceased their fire, 
 And we the victory won. 
 
 Night passed at last a dismal night, 
 Yet, more dismal was the morning, 
 For with it came a drenching rain, 
 On dead and wounded pouring; 
 Many a soldier sat about, 
 His head upon his breast, 
 Grown Weary from the Work of night 
 Had sought a moments rest. 
 
 In that hour of our gloom, 
 We heard a bugle bl a st. 
 Many a heart leaped for joy, 
 Relief had come at last; 
 As other troops had come to U>ke 
 Our cheerless place S o damp, 
 While we in broken lines and files, 
 Went slowly back to camp, 
 
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 Ves, slow 1 ./ did wa wind our way, 
 As many hearts were sore, 
 For six of our brave boys ware dead, 
 Wounded were many more; 
 Back to the Camp we bore our dead 
 Our fallen comrades dear, 
 While down each manly soldier's cheek, 
 Flowed many a silent tear. 
 
 That afternoo-n in Martial Shroud. 
 We laid our dead to sleep, 
 In conquered soil, by gentle hands, 
 Where Angels "Vigil* keep; 
 In a foreign land, they'd fought to free. 
 From slavery's yoke and chain, 
 A noble, yet downtrodden race, 
 From cruel, cruel Spain. 
 
 "Sleep on, Brave Boys Sleep on," 
 Your work you've nobly done, 
 No nation forth to battle sent, 
 A truer, braver son; 
 In after years, when strangers stand, 
 Beside your halloW3d grave, 
 They'll think of you, of how you died, 
 Your country's flag to save. 
 
 But, brighter still, there writs for thee, 
 Reward beyond the skies, 
 It is far brighter and more grand, 
 Than any earthly prize; 
 A happy place, where all will meet, 
 And never more to roam, 
 The heart once sad, will there be glad, 
 For we'll meet the loved at home. 
 
 In after years, when we shall meet, 
 On each ''Memorial Day," 
 Let's not forget our comrades dead, 
 Near "Old Manila Bay"; 
 
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 But drop a flcwer from every hand, 
 A fragrant blossom sweet, 
 In mem'ry of the boys who fell 
 In the "Battle of Malate." 
 
 J. A. Harshman. 
 
 10 th Pennsylvania U, S. V. 
 
 THE BOYS OF H" AND "K. 
 
 Oh we're the fighting bateiries; we are, we are, 
 
 And we're as brave as brave can be, we are, we are, 
 
 We came from far across the main 
 
 To lower the pride of haughty Spain, 
 
 That we were in for it was plain: 
 
 The boys of ' IT' and K '-the boys of ' H" and "K" 
 
 The bo)s in the trenches calmly slept, they did, they did, 
 
 While up the Spaniards softly crept, they did, they did, 
 
 They did not expect the fee about, 
 
 And their ammunition soon gave out 
 
 When the greasers were timely put to rout 
 
 By the boys of ' H" and "K< the boys of ' H < and ' K" 
 
 Oh! we got the call on Sunday night, we did, we did, 
 
 And grabbed cur guns all ready for fight, we did, we did, 
 
 We piled right up through the rain and sleet, 
 
 And hurried on the foe to meet 
 
 They let no grass grow under their feet, 
 
 These boys of H and "K" the boys of ' H < and "K" 
 
 The shot and shell came thi< k and fast, they did, they did, 
 
 And we ducked our heads as they fltw past, we did, we did 
 
 As they hit the trees with a nasty thud, 
 
 And splashed around us in the mud 
 
 We could see the enemy wanted the blood 
 
 Of the bo)sof <H' and "K"-the boys of < H" and "K" 
 
 But we were brave as crazy Turks, we were, we weiv, 
 And safely got behind the woiks, we did, we dicj, 
 
You could hear our rifles go blankety blank, 
 
 As we let them have it from over the bank, 
 
 And kept the greasers from making a flank 
 
 On the boys of "H" and "K" the boys of "H" and "K" 
 
 And so our batteries won the fight, they did, they did, 
 
 They put the enemy all to flight, they did 
 
 And they saved the bacon of many a lad 
 
 Who little a chance would ever have had 
 
 With happy hearts they cheered like mad 
 
 The boys of "H" and "K" the boys of "H" and "K" 
 
 Edw. Ellis Pollork. 
 
 3 rd Artillery, U. S. A, 
 
 A LONELY SOLDIER. 
 
 "Only sittin' by th' railin, 
 Gazin' in th' glassy swell, 
 Per th' moon is up an' sailin' 
 Under skies thet's like a bell 
 No, I aint got nothin' ailin', 
 Jest a kind o' dreamin' spell. 
 
 "Seems to me, when I'm a thinkin', 
 Thet th' waves slip out o' sight, 
 An' th' stars go off a winkin' 
 Into little dots o' light; 
 An' 1 see my Willie drinkin' 
 From his mug o' milk at night. 
 
 "Then, when foamy water swishes 
 From the troop-ship's risin' bows, 
 Tseems like Mary's shiny dishes, 
 Er a line o' Sunday clothes, 
 White ! I guess so I hew I wishes, 
 I could see how collars goes. 
 
 "Fer I'm gittin' sort o' grimmy 
 On this jammed-up transport-ship 
 
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 Mary'd hev some soap to gi' me, 
 
 Say ! P d take a jolly dip ! 
 
 Then she'd bring the shears an' trim me 
 
 O' these whiskers on my lip. 
 
 "Fer she used to ketch an' hold me, 
 When they got to grcwin' rough, 
 Kind o' laughin' like, an' scold me 
 Cause I looked so' tarnel tough, 
 Then, her arms about, she'd fold me, 
 Till she'd clipped 'em smooth enough. 
 
 "Tehy's a thousand kinds o' action 
 I have seen th, dear gal try, 
 Down to given' me her fraction 
 O' her juicy pumfkin' pie 
 Burn my soul plum to distraction, 
 They's a winker in my eye ! 
 
 "An' I knew thet she's a pra>in', 
 Fore the earliest light is come, 
 Till the lambs is out an' playin 5 
 When the shadders fall an' gloam, 
 An' them lazy cows is strayin' 
 From the creek, an wanderin' home. 
 
 ,,A11 these things come rushin' to me, 
 
 As I'm lookin' in the brme, 
 
 An' the thought comes creepin' through me, 
 
 Thet she's in the water shine; 
 
 Thet her soul is there to woo me 
 
 Up to things thet is divine." 
 
 Ira Kellogg. 
 
 1st Nebraska U. S. V, 
 
NEBRASKA'S BATTLE SONG 
 
 Air" Dixie" 
 
 Oh, the plainsmen's sons to the war have gone 
 They've put their belts and blouses on 
 And they'll not retreat till the cause is won 
 
 But fight and die for glory. 
 And the bards shall sing in the time to come 
 How the marshalled soldiers marched from home 
 To dig for wrong a gory tomb 
 
 And this shall be their story 
 
 (REFRAIN) 
 
 All hail our gallant warriors. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah! 
 
 For freedoms land they boldly stand 
 And live or die in glory 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah. 
 All hail our loyal army" 
 
 In the dead of night, on a foreign strand, 
 A thousand leagues from their native land, 
 
 The soldiers hear war's wild command 
 
 Adown the wood land ringing 
 Then they rise in rank on the battle field 
 With their arms laid bare and muscles steeled 
 And from hearts like oak that cannot yield 
 
 A noble song is springing, 
 
 (REFRAIN) 
 
 "All hail our noble country. 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah I 
 
 For freedoms land her sons will stand, 
 And live or die in glory. 
 
 Hurrah, hurra 1 
 All hail our royal banner. 
 
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 In the soldiers home-land far away 
 Are loving hearts that yearn and pray 
 For the warrior's safe return some day 
 
 From scenes of strife and battle; 
 Then they'll lift the unstained banner high, 
 And shout as the strife worn troops pass by; 
 And loud and long will sound the cry, 
 Above the war-drums rattte 
 
 (REFRAIH) 
 
 "All hail our flag and army 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah ! 
 
 For freedoms land, we'll join the hand 
 And shout a loud hosanna 
 
 Hurrah, hurrah! 
 All hail our deathless banner." 
 
 Ira Kellogg' 
 
 ist Nebraska U. S, V, 
 
 THREE CHEERS FOR ALL 
 
 Three cheers for the boys w'io were near the bay, 
 Who waited patiently by the w iy, 
 To help if needed to win the day, 
 While fighting before Manila. 
 
 Three cheers for the boys who w^re at the front, 
 Who bore the heat of the battles brunt, 
 And heard Deaths messengers musical hunt 
 While fighting before Manila. 
 
 Three cheers for Dtw^y and every one 
 Who made Spains "noble boys" all run, 
 Who showed how thinghs should be properly done. 
 While fighting before Manila, 
 
 Three cheers for the band who ptayed "A H>t 
 Time in Town," while the enemy shot 
 
At their \v iter-Wet forms, but they minded it not 
 While marching before Manila. 
 
 Never mind who tore down the enemy's rag: 
 Never mind who raised up our glorious Flag; 
 It went up quicker than tongues that wag 
 Under it bright in Manila. 
 
 Don't ask for official facts, you knew, 
 So they who "retired in order" can go 
 Home to Spain as, "our heroes/' and blow, 
 And brace up better than at Manila. 
 
 Three cheers for our Flag; for the Red, White and IVue 
 For the greatest Nation Go,d ever knew 
 Remember that, boys, and you'll ever be true, 
 In any old place in Manila. 
 
 Edward S. Paterson 
 
 ist North DakotB U. S. V. 
 
 WE'RE, NATURAL BORN SOLDIERS, 
 
 Oh! the order came down for the Battery to march, 
 The boys tore up the shirts, that were laundered with starch. 
 Put on the blue ones given to us, 
 And if it did not fit. why, w^ raised an awful fuss. 
 Put on our knapsack, haversacks too, 
 Canteens, revolvers and uniforms new. 
 Marched up Broadway keeping step well, 
 Did not mind the heat, though it was hot as (Zum) 
 
 Chorus We are natural born soldiers. 
 We are natural born soldiers. 
 We are natural born soldiers. 
 And that ain't no lie 
 
 We reached Camp Astor, a twenty mile waik 
 That famous march, is the talk of New York. 
 Pitched our camps with spirits gay 
 
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 In the middle of a field of new mown hay, 
 
 I laid down lazy as] a' Turk 
 
 We mounted the guard, then we stopped all wotk,- 
 
 Out came the buglers blew retreat 
 
 Come to find out, there was nothing to eat. (Zum) 
 
 The first night out Oh? for home w^ did yearn, 
 Every man in the camp had blisters to burn, 
 We washed our feet, they were heavy as lead 
 Next morning all the fish in the brook w;re dea<^. 
 The Captain said, ration orders I received 
 For the next three days \o> can live on the breeze 
 But we found an old carpet, Oh! it was a funny crack 
 To see each one chew an old hard-tack (Zum) 
 
 On a Monday morn Oh: we brck; camp 
 Started for Van Ne'st on a three mile tramp 
 The captain said as out the gate you pass 
 As we have no mules, each man must be an ass 
 To act like mules, we tried our best 
 We did it so well wa never got a rest 
 In Van Nest on a gin-mill a sign said Malt, 
 Some one in the crowd cried "for goodnes sake halt," (Zum) 
 
 It was twJ fifteen when we reached Van Nest 
 We were told we would, have ten minutes to rest, 
 Telegrams flew to New Jer-sey, 
 Saying meet me at the depot 1 11 be there at three, 
 They waited there you bet and W3 waited too, 
 Waited so long w j w^re all getting blue, 
 When the band played The Star S^ang'ecl Banner in tune 
 Then we would have waited till the middle of June, (Zum) 
 
 Oh ! we sailed down the river in the middle of the stream 
 You never heard in all your life, such a serenade of steam, 
 A hundred-whistles tooting a thousand lusty bloWi 
 The man who had no whistle, had to stop and blow his nose 
 We reached old Jer-sey City the train was waiting there 
 We hugged and kissed our sweethearts, there was smacking eveiy where 
 Then three lusty cheeers w re given as the train it moved along 
 And we ail joined in the chorus of o ir gco \ old Battle so.ig (Zum 
 
At every little station in the Western tcwis so 
 There a waited a reporter for a'stounding interview 
 "What is your name, and the date of your birth, ? 
 Can you give me your excuse, for your presence on the earth ? 
 Are your parents wealthy, and how do you feel ? 
 Are you a college graduate, ani did you bring your wheel ? 
 When did you enlist and Oh ! w:mt you tell me why, ? 
 That was the time w^'d turn' em dow.i, w'.th this reply. (Zum) 
 
 Do you eat loose tomatoes w'.th a k life or a fork, 
 You could stand there and starve while you listen to him talk 
 Strange it would be if he'd ever let you pass 
 With out some explanation about an ammunition case 
 A reporter came up to me, a country dude so cutes 
 Wanted to know if the Battery boys could shoot 
 I froze him with a look, as I jumped on the cars 
 Said I to him my friend, We're a band of shooting stars. 
 
 When the war is over it will be a mystery 
 If the doings of the B \ttery don't go dtw i in history 
 How every single one of us gave up our homes so gay 
 And started for the battle field ten thousand miles a way, 
 When W3 are dead and gone our children will ta'k 
 Of the famous Astor Battery that started from New-York 
 A monument they'll build to us telling every deed 
 And those who'stop to look at it will have a chance to read. (Zum) 
 
 Chas. C. Web-ter 
 
 Astor Battery U. S. A. 
 
 THE HALLOWED GROUND. 
 
 (Inscribed to the Americ in soldiers who are buried on the Island 
 
 of Luzon.) 
 
 In a far-off, tropic island, girt round by the Eastern seas, 
 Where fronted palm and mango are swept by the scented breeze, 
 
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 Ourboys, in -their blankets toffined, sleep well in their silent graves. 
 Where the long, curved bey, till the Judgment Day, shall sound with 
 
 its mournful waves. 
 Oh, sad were our hearts that morning when they brought them 
 
 off from the field. 
 
 The servers who God willed it the utmost tithe must yield; 
 And we mourned for the men, our comrades, who foreign graves had 
 
 found 
 And who had made of a savage shore God's well-beloved ground. 
 
 Oh, they were young and hopeful, and mothers or wives were theirs; 
 Oh, they were tenderly followed by yearnings and dreams and prayers. 
 Oh, but they thrilled in their glory when midst cheers they marched way 
 To the field of the dead and a narrow bed by the shores of the mur 
 
 mnring bay. 
 
 Oh, they had hoped to triumph o'ei sickness and death and fear 
 They meant to serve that they might deserve, returning, the lusty cheer 
 They dreamed of many a fireside scene when the strife should long 
 
 be o'er. 
 But alas ! they lie 'neath the tropic sky, asleep ^God's spoil of war. 
 
 I dream of a far-off rustic town where a hill climbs up to the sky; 
 Of a dusty road where an eager boy from school comes tramping by, 
 I see on a grass-grown, silent street a cottage with rustic gate, 
 Where a mother stands with her work in her hands, her boy's return 
 
 to 'wait. 
 
 And alas, alas! I see again the mother with eyes grown dim 
 The "boys" are coming home from the war, and her boy ah, what of 
 
 him? 
 And the evening falls and the crickec calls through the shadows still and 
 
 gra>; 
 But the boy that is gone sleeps, on and on, by the far, surf-beaten bay, 
 
 Then God, who, hid in Thine unseen hands life's mysteries still 
 
 doth keep; 
 
 Who giveth to one a vigil long-to another a longer sleep, 
 Oh, give to the mother, or give to the wife a song in the stilly night, 
 With soothing and rest to the empty breast, till daWii with its labor and 
 
 light 
 
And thp'se graves? Oh, grander than shaft of steel they shall stand as a 
 
 monument strong, 
 
 To say that the men of our native land shall never submit to wrong-. 
 Columbia's sons shall ever avenge the men whom murderers slay, 
 And the world may read, and 'the lesson heed, in the graves by the 
 
 blood stained bay, 
 
 Lou Bill DoJge 
 
 1 8th Infantry U. S. A. 
 
 A SOLDIERS FAREWELL. 
 
 Air "w et Marie." 
 
 I am lying in my tent, Sweet Marie, 
 And my soul with rage is pent, up in G. 
 For I know almighty well you have 
 
 caught another fel., 
 And your thoughts no longer dwell, love, with me, 
 
 When we kissed a last goodbye, tearfully, 
 You but worked a girlish guy off on me, 
 O, you i weet, bewitching jade, what a 
 
 clever game you played. 
 For your tears were ready made Sweet Marie. 
 
 - c weet Marie, list to me list to me, Sweet Marie. 
 While I whisper to the winds, }ou're n. g-. 
 You were Icy 1, you were true I was all 
 
 the world to yor, 
 When my cash for you I blew, Sweet Marie. 
 
 When I donned the soldier blue, Sweet Marie. 
 Like a picnic w odtick you stuck to rne. 
 And the smile you used to wear was as 
 
 full of gleaming glare 
 As a sunbeam on a tear, Sweet Marie. 
 
 How your cunning head you'd lay, lovingly, , 
 On*my boson while you'd say things to me; 
 Theae you'd rest in loving pose; riglit be 
 
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 neath my very nose. 
 Swiping buttons from my clothes, Sweet Marie. 
 
 To the Philippines I go Sweet Marie. 
 Where the tropic sun will glow over me, 
 And I'll wander through the dells with 
 
 the brown Manila belles, 
 Who are dressed in beads and shells, scantily. 
 
 There your face I'll soon forget, Swaet Marie, 
 Ml be frisky, you can bet as a flea. 
 
 1 11 be giddy I'll be gay, I will sing the 
 
 hours away, 
 Ta-ra-ra boom de ay! Hully geel 
 
 Geo. W. Moulton 
 
 1st South Dakota U. S. V. 
 
 SLEEPING IN THE PHILIPPINES 
 
 One day I saw a gallant troop ship sailing 
 Wives and sweethearts waved a good bye from the shore 
 But alas this parting bore a tinge of sorrow 
 For amidst them there's a lad we'll see no more 
 And among the crcwi a gray haired mother totters 
 For against her will her boy had gone to fight 
 Neath his uniform of blue beats his heart to country true 
 He's fighting in the Philippines to night. 
 
 Chorum In far a way Manila where the fair palmetto grow 
 Where the Sun foreber casts his golden light 
 In this land of sunshine gay in his mouldering grave of clay 
 He's sleeping in the Philippines to night. 
 
 But the months rolled by and till there came no message 
 That wjuld bring her tidings of her darling boy 
 And the weary days past in sad succession 
 Yet no ansW3r came to fill her heart with joy 
 But she cherishes the hope that still she'll see him 
 From her a#ed breast hope ne'er will take its 
 
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 As the weary days crept past, she's still waiting but alas 
 He's sleeping in the Philippines to night 
 
 In far away Manila where the fair palmetto grows 
 Where the sun forever casts its golden light 
 In this land of sunshine gay'in his mould'ring grave of clay 
 He's sleeping in the Philippines to night 
 
 John M. Miller 
 
 i st. California U. S. V, 
 
 NEBRASKA BOYS IN THE TRENCHES 
 
 A rifle shot sharp in the rank bamboo 
 
 Gave a sudden and ominous warning, 
 And the bullet sang out as away it flew, 
 
 ''There'll be merry work ere the morning" 
 
 "Keep quiet, boys, now, for the pickets are out; 
 
 They'll be in as soon as ther's danger; 
 Ther's not much cause in a shot or a shout 
 
 To worry a toughened old ranger. 
 
 "We've had many a scrap on the old bald range 
 When we've met with the Sioux and Comanches; 
 
 W-'H show to the Spanish, just for a change, 
 How we drove the reds off from our ranches. 
 
 "Yes, just for a change for all will agree 
 
 We've lain long enough in the ditches 
 And slumped in the bog-mire over the knee 
 
 Till we've ruined our government breeches. 
 
 We're in for it now for here come the boys, 
 
 But don't be alarmed by a trifle; 
 li's not just the time for yelling or noise, 
 
 Tc ke a lock at the lock of your rifle. 
 
 'Twas a terrible light in the wood at night, 
 When the battle-fire blazed round Manila, 
 
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 And the roar and the crash of the desperate fight 
 Roused a terror from village to villa. 
 
 Now, there's silence supreme in the rank bamboo, 
 
 Not a whisper or sound in the thicket, 
 Save the katydid singing the whole night through 
 
 Or the chirp of a rollicking cricket, 
 
 But the Spaniards no more, in the Isle of Luzon 
 
 May boast of their prowess or glory 
 For their fame and their prowess and glory are gone 
 
 Save in flickering legend and story. 
 
 Ira Rellogg 
 
 ist Nebraska U, S. V, 
 
 A HOT TIME FOR MINNESOTA 
 
 Come along get you ready, for we are going to the War 
 But it's nothing new to Minnesota, for she's been there before 
 We are going to lick the Spaniards, who are anxious for a fight 
 But for some unknow i reason they keep quite out of sight. 
 
 Chorus Please oh Please Mr. Spaniard do not run 
 For now that we are started we are bound to have some fun 
 And when we reach the Philippines, weMl put you on the bum 
 There'll be a hot time in Manila that night 
 
 We left old Minnesota on the i6th day of May 
 The boys were feeling frisky and eager for the fray 
 We arrived in San Francisco, that city on the bay 
 It was there they did surround us and W3 heard the people say- 
 Chorus Come Boys, Come, Come drink our lager Beer 
 'Tis free for you if you have to stay a year 
 For Minnesota Boys we'll always have a cheer 
 There was a hot time in Frisco that night 
 
 We left San Francisco on the good old Ship "Para" 
 The sea was very heavy and the wind WJis rather raw 
 
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 The boys got very sea sick and their grub they could not chaw 
 So the boys went down below, to their little b^ds of straw 
 
 Chorus Say Boys Say they kept us on our feet 
 We drilled on deck the same as on the street 
 "Redhorse" and "Bean Soup" is what we had toe it, 
 There was a poor time on board ship that trip. 
 
 We arrived in Honolulu, that place you all know W ^11 
 They gave us a grand reception and a dinner that was swall 
 And when they saw "Old Glory" the people all did yell 
 Three cheers for Minnesota Boys they'll give the Spaniards h 1 
 
 Chorus When the Honolulu Band began to play 
 Then we heard the Gopher Boys say, 
 Here, oh here, is where we'd like to stay, 
 There was a blow-out in Lulu that night. 
 
 We arrived at Luzon Island, gnd we anchored in the bay 
 The Concord steamed around us, and Wi heard the Captain say, 
 Santiago has fallen, and the Spanish fleet's no more, 
 But you'll surely have a hot time, When you land on shore 
 
 Chorus Oh how the bpys that night did cheer and yell 
 When they saw the ships that Dewey fought so well 
 And we felt so proud of that we can not tell 
 There was a hot time for Minnesota that night, 
 
 We all got in the snidll boats and they landed us on shore 
 We marched along together, till our feet Wcire very sore. 
 At Camp DeWay we pitched our dogtents, in mud and rains, 
 And in spite ofal! our hardships, We got there just the same. 
 
 Chorus Boys, oh Boys, how the rain did pour, 
 But Wa did not care, you should have heard us snore, 
 We a woke next morning looking for Spanish Gore, 
 There Was a wet time, in Camp Deway, that night, 
 
 On the 13th day of August. Oh that was a glorious day 
 When they marched the 13th Minnesota in thie thickest of the fray 
 
"old DeWey's" Guns w^re booming and the Yarkee bullet fle\v 
 And soon old Mr. Spaniard skipped the tra la lu. 
 
 Chouus. Say Boys Say, that was a glorious fight, 
 They had no chance, because w^ were right, 
 And their old yellow flag, was soon put out of sight, 
 And "Old Glory" soon floated on high." 
 
 Now we're in Manila, we will do the best We can 
 And not get discouraged in this God forsaken land, 
 Bnt we'll hope that McKinley will soon call us home, 
 To Dear old Minnesota, and our dear loved ones. 
 
 Chouus. Cheer, boys Cheer, we gave the Spaniards h 1 
 And when we get home the story we will tell, 
 How Minnesota Boys, did their duty true and well, 
 There'll be a hot time in Minnesota some night, 
 
 Burt D. Carrier 
 
 1 3th Minnesota U. S. V. 
 
 THE FIRST DAY OUT 
 
 Midst heaving ship and rising sw^ll, 
 I write again to you friend Dell, 
 And strive with all my might to tell 
 Of the hard times that I have passed 
 On board, since I, have seen you list 
 
 We scarcely passed the harbor bar, 
 And yet could see the land afar, 
 When holding on to rail and spar, 
 Each seasick soldier, upward cast; 
 The remnants of his last repast 
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 The officers w th golden straps, 
 The rifle men with kits and traps, 
 Gaze not upon the flag that flaps 
 So gaily in the evening breeze, 
 But faintly d n their new disease, 
 
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 The sailors that compose the creW, 
 H w< at the jolly boys in blue, 
 And ask us if w^ still are true 
 To every patriotic toast, 
 We drank upon that distant coast, 
 
 Now, let me end this foolish theme, 
 Its o'er but lingers as a dream; 
 Far outward, to our goal we steam 
 Still holding in our hearts enshiined 
 Dear faces we have left behind. 
 
 Wm, H. Doyle 
 
 ist Montana U. S. V. 
 
 THE OREGON VOLUNTEER 
 AIR, NELLY GREY. 
 
 We are volunteers for freedom, 
 We've remembered well the Maine, 
 We came west o'er the rolling of the sea; 
 We have heard the battle's thunder 
 And we've seen the fall of Spain 
 Now we long for our home-land of the free. 
 
 Chorus Oh, Oregon our home, 
 Sweet Oregon so fair, 
 For thy beauty we will e'er remember thee 
 We'll recross the rolling billows 
 To our Oregon so dear 
 And our loved ones in that home-land of the free. 
 
 We have seen our flag unfurling 
 From the shore to distant shore 
 We have seen our glorious colors borne afar 
 We have seen the famous Dewey 
 And his proud ship Baltimore 
 And his sqadron that fought the Spanish war. 
 
 Now we're Waiting only waiting 
 
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 For the order to return 
 To our homes in that land beyond the sea 
 For the flame of love for Oregon 
 Shall e'er be seen to beam, 
 Oregon, in that homeland of the free 
 
 McNail Howell 
 
 2nd Oregon U, S, V, 
 
 A SOLDIER'S RECOLLECTIONS 
 
 The bugles blast has called retreat 
 
 The sun is sinking low, 
 The sentinel upon his beat 
 
 Is pacing to and fro, 
 The River Pasig gently flows 
 
 Beneath the tropic trees, 
 And Columbia oe'r the barrack throws 
 
 Her banner to the breeze. 
 
 Quartered upon the river bark 
 
 We now can take our ease, 
 While sweet the evening zephyrs come 
 
 A whispering through the leaves. 
 The sun's last rays are falling now 
 
 Upon the flowers and rills, 
 And far away to eastward 
 
 They linger on the hills. 
 
 Back amid the under-brush 
 
 The native planter dwells, 
 And there amid the evenings hush 
 
 He wanders through the dells: 
 Those dells where but a few days past 
 
 The angry cannon roared, 
 And where the haughty Spaniard cast 
 
 To earth his bloody sword. 
 
 In evening's hour of quietude 
 
 Fond thoughts are on the wind, 
 Q( a nation and her gratitude 
 
And loved ones left behind 
 For in our slumbers we can see 
 
 The loved ones left at home, 
 And look far back across the sea 
 
 Where billows dash and foam. 
 
 Beneath the dark banana tree's 
 
 The guards their vigils keep, 
 While upon the barrack floor 
 
 The soldiers go to sle^p; 
 Oh sweetest thoughts and sweetest dreams, 
 
 Of home and native land; 
 It's once again we seem to press 
 
 Columbia's golden strand 
 
 Chas. Smith. 
 
 ist South Dakota 1). S. V, 
 
 THE ARMY 
 
 I went into a recruiting place 
 
 The officer in charge, locked me square in the face, 
 He said "young man do you want to enlist? 
 If so please take off your pants coat and vest" 
 A quack army Doctor examined my frame, 
 He pounded my chest until I was lame, 
 New if I get a chance I will cave in his brain 
 And he won't prescribe pills any more. 
 Chorus In the Armythe Army 
 They call you a rockay and feed you on soupey 
 In the Army the Army 
 
 I guess I will enlist again NIT (spoken) 
 
 We have pork and beans three times a day 
 
 My friends I tell you I'd rather eat hay, 
 
 We drill for four hours every day 
 
 It's to much drilling for such small pay 
 
 You leave your tent open and when you get back 
 
 Your minus a blanket and haversack 
 
 You can call me a lobster when I get back 
 
 It I go In the army again,,*,. 
 
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 Chorus. In the Army the Army 
 If you miss reveille from oversleep, 
 They will give you two days as kitchen police 
 
 In the Army the Army 
 
 I've had enough of it in mine. 
 On the first of May in Manila Bay 
 Dtwey and Montejo played philopena they say 
 It was yes or no for a present grand 
 Dewey he lost, paid his debt like a man 
 The present he gave Montejo was shot and shell 
 H 3 blew the Don's fleet straight to hell 
 If the Germans get, gay he w.ll whip them as wdl 
 Or any other nation on earth 
 Chorus 
 
 Manila Manila 
 
 Where the scrappy Fourteenth is always on hand 
 
 They w-11 fight until they lose their last man 
 
 Ii Manila, Manila 
 
 The worst place that God ever ma*e 
 
 Now that we're here we must obey 
 
 To what "Shoulders Straps'* and Non-Corn's say 
 
 But suth is life so what can you do . 
 
 They knew that they have the bulge on you 
 
 Tst wait till we're free from the goverment yoke 
 
 We can tell them to go where there's plenty of smoke 
 
 It's then we'll get even and that's no joke 
 
 Their stripes w.ll not bother us then. 
 
 Thorus In America America 
 Where every body has a fair show 
 You dont need a pass to go to and fro 
 In America America 
 The land of the Free, Brave and True. 
 
 Walter Commerce. 
 
 1 4th Infai.try U. S. A. 
 
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 CALIFORNIA VOLUNTEERS 
 
 Whose para petted walls are those 
 
 Which overhang Manila bay! 
 Whose fortressed towers that sentinel 
 
 Entombments since Magellan's day 
 
 Tall sentries pace the ramparts now 
 With soldierly and buoyant mien; 
 
 The Stars and Stripes foreyermore 
 
 Shall float the church and state between. 
 
 For yesterday proud Spain was there 
 
 In war's Iberian panoply 
 Where now the boys of UNCLE SAM 
 
 Stand forth for peace and liberty. 
 
 Monarchial splendor thus subdued 
 
 To godly Freedom's mighty host! 
 
 America, so fair, so true, 
 
 Thy children sacrifice the most. 
 
 Whene'er those youngest sons of Mars 
 
 Roturning sail from far Luzon 
 Their pathway shall be lit by love 
 
 Fond mother's love, as always shone. 
 
 And when, among the garlanded 
 
 We welcome them with joyous cheers, 
 
 Our own dear boys shall be the first 
 Fair California Volunteers. 
 
 J J. Galvin 
 ist Wyoming U. S. V. 
 
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 THE GIRL WITH DARK RED HAIR 
 
 Pennsylvania slowly heaves 
 It s anchor from the brine. 
 This is the day Montana leaves, 
 To help a cause divine, 
 And as we gently plow along 
 Where cheering rends the air, 
 We see among the eager throng 
 A Girl with dark red hair 
 
 She is bright as a morning star, 
 Fair in the light of day, 
 Cheering us on our way to war: 
 Out far out and away. 
 Standing there on a tow boat's bow 
 A vision sweet and rare, 
 The spray from off the plung ing prow 
 Touching the dark-red hair. 
 
 As on the transport quickly flyes 
 And ill the wind behaves. 
 Regardless of our warning cries; 
 The dashing sea she braves, 
 Drenched with the ever rising spray; 
 That sparkles in the air, 
 The center of that bright display 
 The Girl with dark red hair 
 
 Out by the world famed Golden Gate 
 Where bay and ocean meet, 
 We glide along to find our fate, 
 If it be slow or fleet, 
 In battles strife or on the wave. 
 Within our hearts we'll wear, 
 An image sweet and fair and brave; 
 A G'rl with daik red hair, 
 
 Wm H. Doyle 
 ist. Montana U. S. V. 
 
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 ON THE DECKS OF THE PEKING 
 
 Round our floating palace de\ylling wash the wild waves. 
 Above us exist air and ozone free, 
 But that is all we get upon the Peking 
 And we've yet a month to spend upon the sea. 
 When on the deck we sit and think of Frisco 
 Of the happy homes we all have left behind 
 Within our breats arise the sorest feelings 
 For we're treated worse than felons ICA\ confined 
 
 Chorus. O it may be well to shout of Volunteering 
 And go marching down the street to drum and fife 
 But this death by slow starvation^ quite annoying 
 And we'd enlist again not on your life! 
 
 On the spar deck we assembled every morning. 
 After spending all the night in Tuikish bath; 
 To each man they give a brscuit and some coffee 
 That would make a starving dog rise up in wrath. 
 The Majors and the Captains live on dainties 
 Served by flui k'es in the dining hall below 
 W r hile we poor suckers live on hog and glory 
 Those who grabbed their guns have got to swallow crow. 
 
 We thought when we our good right hand uplifted 
 And swjre to take the treacherous Dons to ta.^k 
 That to each man at least there would be given 
 Enough to eat that's all we W-int and aik 
 We would not kick if grub could not be gotten 
 But its everywhere aronnd us boxed uptight 
 And it mck?s us sore to live on what we're given 
 With so much to eat aboard and within sight. 
 
 E. B. Lenhart 
 
 ist California U. S. V.